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"So what exactly is this and why do I have to be there?" Cassia asked Cepheus while passing the flat iron through her natural hair. Glancing in her direction, he grabbed his cuban to place around his neck in replacement of the of the necklaces Cassia got him. Knowing better than to wear something like that to the event they were going to.
"It's a New Years gala that I have to attend, it's a mixture of rich white dudes who I've invested in, and then people who do underground work. A balance of my legal and illegal work, I just show up because it's placed in records and looks better in case legal shit comes up. They have it every 5 years, but this time you gon be on my arm playing my boujee wife." He instructed, causing Cassia to eye him weirdly.
"...Why can't I just act normal?" Stopping from what he was doing, Cepheus stared at her as if she was dumb.
"Because you're the only woman I've ever brought to one of these events, and niceness doesn't do anything but get yourself hurt. Act stuck up, bad attitude, snobby, rich as hell- well you don't got to act when it comes to that, but be a bitch. Especially cause I can already see the older wives looking down at you cause you look good as hell right now." He ran his tongue over his lips once saying the last part, her natural hair being his favorite.
He loved all of the colors she did, and he also loved to see her step outside of her comfort zone especially. But her in her natural element was unbeatable in his opinion, her makeup also on point which completed the entire look.
"You look good too...really good." She mumbled the last part, eyeing the way his blonde curls complimented his black and gold suite. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while dark shades covered his eyes. He looked beyond rich with all of the jewelry that he decorated himself with, real diamonds sparkling all over him. Meanwhile all she wore for jewelry was her engagement ring and her earrings.
"You really not healed at all? Like what if I'm gentle with it, the twins are like 3 weeks old. Or damn near if they aren't already..." Releasing a small breath, Cassia plugged in the flat iron before reaching over to grab her brush and comb.
"There isn't a waiting period, however 6 weeks is just recommended. My bleeding stopped, my tears healed, and my cervix has already closed. My body heals unusually fast, I just haven't told you because we haven't even had time to do any of that if we tried-."
"We what?! Who the hell said that?!" He frowned, looking at her as though she'd lost her mind. Straight facing him through the mirror, Cassia passed the brush over the top of her hair again before placing it down. Spraying a little bit of the shine on her hand, she rubbed them both together to apply on her hair gently. Raking her fingers through until she was satisfied with the look she managed to attain.
"Okay we might've had time, but I've also been suffering from postpartum. So I haven't been comfortable with my body since I gave birth to them, even wearing this dress right now is triggering my anxiety so bad right now. I'm just not really showing it." She mumbled the last part, finally turning around to face Cepheus from the front. Eyeing her, he placed down the brush he had in his hand to make his way over towards her. Grasping her waist in his hands, he pulled her more into him before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.
