At precisely one minute to midnight, my signature fell onto the agreement paper.
From then on, I was no longer the "Charles's perfect wife," as people would say.
I was simply Dagny, my person.
As the clock tower heralded the arrival of the New Year, Charles and I beheld the snow flung across the vast sky.
"A new year,"
I expressed wistfully.
"Indeed,"
he responded, his eyes sparkling as he extended his hand to me,
"Happy New Year, Dagny."
"I am Charles,"
he continued.
I took a discerning look at him and broke into a smile,
"Happy New Year, Charles."
Returning his gesture, I reached out my hand,
"I am Dagny."
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Love After Marriage
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