The History Of You And Me

April 2020.

The stars shine brightly under the night's sky and it compliments the evening's festivities like fine wine.

I shuffle around the patio overlooking the breathtaking waterfront, careful not to bump into anyone, all the while mumbling hellos in passing.

I make no attempt to stop the grin that spreads across my face at the sight of the man of my dreams standing on the podium.

He's just finished doing his speech and now he's standing chatting away with his colleagues as I stand admiring him from afar.

Olli's work conventions aren't necessarily my favorite thing in the world, but I'll be anywhere my husband is being recognized for the hard work he puts in.

"Hey, Izzy right? I'm Amanda. You probably don't remember me but we met a few months ago at the last function?"
The grin stays on my face as I now direct my attention toward my intruder.

"Yeah, Amanda. Of course I remember you."
I say now remembering her very well.

Her husband is Olli's colleague.

We find ourselves mindlessly chatting about our husbands and soon we're joined by the other wives of Olli's other colleagues.

I remain cordial with them and respond when I'm being spoken to, until I finally see Olli moving away from the group he was in.

I practically speed my way to where he is to catch him before someone does. And just when I'm about to sneak up on him from behind,

I hear,

"You were absolutely spectacular up there."
My words are stolen from me.

"Sweetheart, hey. You were incredible."
I still give him a compliment and then kiss him on his lips.

The kiss of course lasts a bit longer than it's supposed to. And then,

"Who's this?"
That probably sounds meaner than I meant it to sound.

"This is Charlotte love, my secretary. I've mentioned her to you."
He did. But he didn't tell me that she looks like Sofia Vergara, I would've appreciated this information.

Olli's got his own office now, and it came with a secretary.

Things have admittedly gotten a lot better in terms of him being home more, because having a secretary means he doesn't have to do every single thing on his own. It means that work is a little less crazy and I get to have my husband to myself more often than before.

I've heard about Charlotte, more than I'd like to be honest. She takes care of my husband at work and I hope she knows that's all she's needed for.

"Charlotte, this is my lovely wife Isabella. But everyone calls her Izzy."

I make no effort to hide the fact that I'm sizing her up and she doesn't either.

I don't usually not like people when I meet them, I think that's not fair. I like to get to know someone before having an opinion of them.

But there's something about Charlotte that tells me she's just trouble, and it's not even the way she looks at my husband. She very clearly likes him but unfortunately for her, he's very much taken.