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I would always want the best for my wife, whatever that entailed. It didn’t matter. I never wanted her to be frazzled by something as frivolous as a damn dress.
I made one more phone call and waited in my office for my wife to come home while sipping on a glass of scotch.
***
No later than 30 minutes, Elizabeth’s loud voice could be heard from the foyer. Soon my office door was being swung open.
Only my sister believed that rules never applied to her.
Behind my sister stood Mia, her face glistening with sweat. It was clear that my sister put her through the wringer.
“Why did you call us home? We haven’t found any dresses yet.” Elizabeth all but screamed.
“Lessen your voice. You can say how you feel without screaming,” I said, sternly. She knew better.
Elizabeth let out an exasperated breath before continuing, “I said, dear brother, that we didn’t find our dresses.”
I looked at her, my eyebrow raised, “Your dresses? Elizabeth you don’t need a dress because you are not going to the Callahan's.”
“Please, Elias. You never let me go to these things. I want to dress up too. Just this once. Please,” she pleaded, her hands intertwined at her chest.
“No, Elizabeth. There’s a reason I don’t let you go to these things,” I said, mocking her.
“Please, who is going to keep Mia’s company when you go off on your own?”
“Jason.”
She huffed but didn’t say anything else, her face red with defeat. I sighed.
“Would you like my sister to accompany you to the ball as well, Mia?” I asked.
She looked at me, shocked, but then her eyes darted to Elizabeth who I saw mouthing yes from the corner of my eyes before she shyly nodded.
“Just this once, Elizabeth. You will keep close to Jason and Troy all night. Do not talk to anyone but us. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head fervently before jumping to kiss my cheek, muttering a series of thank you’s.
After which she ran to my bar to pour herself a glass of water as I stared at my wife who still stood in the corner of the room refusing to come closer to me.
So, putting my scotch to the side, I walked to her and held her hips. Her breath quickened at our proximity, but she didn’t move.
“I missed you,” I said, causing her eyes to widen. Like a cat held her tongue, she fought for the right words, but I ended her suffering, covering my lips with her own.
The taste of strawberry transferred to my lips as I hungrily sucked on her bottom lip trying to extract all the essence. I needed every drop.
She moaned, which cause me to grin and my sister to groan leaving my poor wife to hide her blushing cheeks in my chest.
I didn’t complain. Her closeness seemed to quiet whatever was inside of me trying to claw its way out.
When a knock sounded at my door, I laid one final kiss on her forehead and went to the noise leaving the two girls to raid my bar.
“Mr. Galdur. Thank you for having us. It is a great opportunity to style you, si?” Claudine said, the botox making her smile like a grimace of pain.
Claudine was an Italian designer known for her work to the stars. She wanted to style me for years, but regrettably so I was a creature of habit, and her designs were too flamboyant for me.
“You’re welcome but you won’t be styling me. It’s my wife. She needs a dress like I told your assistant. Something custom-made and elegant. My sister as well,” I said, while Claudine glared at her assistant. I think it maybe had something to do with the various suits hung on the clothing racks behind them.
I nodded Jason to me, “Have her set up in the spare bedroom on the second floor.”
