It was their first breakfast after spending an entire night together…
And she had the guts to come to the table looking like she hadn't completely traumatized him.
She was dressed in a milk-coloured dress with a big bow at the back and overflowing petticoats. Her hair was done up as usual, leaving her nape completely exposed.
He watched her pull out her chair and settle down on it before she looked across the table and smiled at him. The warm sunlight from the room behind her appeared like a soft halo about her shiny hair and frame. Across the table littered with the assorted sweets Priscilla could think of, his wife took her seat.
Theodore glanced down at his food almost immediately. "Good morning, Theodore."
He could hear the smile in her voice.
"Good morning."
Breakfast was served.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her nibble on bread.
With the same lips…
Those lips…
