In general, Marcie is a classy dresser. I'm not saying she looks prudish or anything because that is far from the truth. She looks dynamite when she is going outside the house....and inside the house also. Let's just say the fact she is who she is attracts me to her. Especially this time of year, she is a jacket and jeans kind of woman. It is rare that she strays from that formula. So, it was a surprise that when she returned from a trip to the mall with Aubrey that she was looking at other things she purchased.
It started with the color. Marcie likes wearing color. She picked on me so much when Aubrey found the box of black t-shirts I kept in the closet back when her house was mine. So, I wasn't too surprised that the color popped. It looked almost like a dark green. I was curious what she would wear that color for. As I watched from the couch, I saw her turn to me and smile.
"No fair peeking, Romeo," she whispered with a sly smile on her face and that wink.
That wink says more than some folks let on. That wink says "I caught you" at times. Sometimes it means "Come and get it." Most of the time, it is the "I am up to something you're gonna like" wink. I sat there spellbound before she took the dark green whatever and walked into the bedroom. She then turned to me.
"I'm trying it on again. So, no coming in and peeking, okay Leo?"
I nodded my head and returned to my spreadsheets. I was trying to be good so much. After all, I mean she asked me nicely not to peek. Yet, I couldn't help myself. I put the laptop down on the coffee table down quietly. I then padded towards the bedroom door and looked in. There my bride was looking in the full-length mirror. The dark green number was a dress, and it looked a bit shorter than she was used to. I could see the tension on her face as she was deciding. I noticed the fit. It definitely was a dancing dress. It made me think about the last time I took her dancing. It was while I was in thought that she caught me.
"Leo!" she yelled.
"Sorry," I said as I walked back to the couch.
It was a moment later my bride walked out of the bedroom towards me. She looked a bit steamed when she approached me.
"It was supposed to be a surprise!"
"It definitely is," I retorted back.
"That's not what I mean!"
She was still mad.
"You look hot in it."
"But still, how am I supposed to surprise you when..."
"You were looking at it at the table, Sweetheart. I saw the color and was curious. You can't blame me for being curious. After all..."
I started to stand as I kept talking.
"That dress looks gorgeous on you and had me trying to remember when the last time we went dancing was."
Her angry face turned to the worried one.
"Crap! I can't wear this dancing!"
"Why not? I mean obviously we wouldn't be doing fast dancing in it, but it looks wonderful on you."
"No, Leo. I mean...come into the bedroom. Will you?"
I followed her into the bedroom, admiring her more as we walked in. She walked towards the mirror and looked at herself up and down. She still had that look on her face.
