wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
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"We can only learn to love by loving." - Iris Murdoch
England, 1949.
Olivia was surprised, to say the least, that Susan had got her an invitation as well.
She hated these fancy parties of British high society, but of course she went. Olivia put on her best earrings, her best dress, her best smile. You're doing this for Edmund, she quietly reminded herself as she stared at the white pearl necklace resting on her chest.
"Can you help me with this? I never quite understood ties–" Edmund came out of the bathroom in a black suit, holding a black tie in his hands. He stopped in his tracks, and the words seemed to escape his mouth as he saw his wife standing before the mirror, looking all damn beautiful.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, meeting her gaze through the mirror's reflection. "I hate you," Edmund murmured, leaving a trail of soft kisses on her neck.
She laughed, knowing this was his way of saying she looked pretty. "You look quite the handsome lad." Olivia opened her palm, and Edmund signed, handing her the tie.
The girl turned around, and Edmund adjusted his posture and looked up, giving her more room to accommodate the tie around his neck. Her husband looked so– grown, mature. This. This gave her a weird feeling like she was leaving the past behind by growing.
Edmund seemed to notice her discomfort. "You alright, love?"
She smiled sheepishly. "Just thinking about the many ways I can take this suit off you later tonight." Olivia winked.
Her husband grew very red, like red pepper type of red. You know what? That's a lot of red in one sentence.
Peter knocked on the door. "You two better be decent when I come inside!" He exclaimed, and Edmund groaned. Peter always made the 'I hope you're not naked' kind of joke.
The oldest seemed very eager despite not being very fond of parties either. Peter's suit was grey, his hair finely brushed, and his tie, contrary to Edmund's, was wrapped around his neck the way it should.
"Next time you knock, I'll be sure to be naked." Edmund retorted with his eyebrow raised. Olivia shoved a pillow in his face as she finished tying the tie.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Edmund. You need to learn how to knot your tie."
"I don't need to." He answered. "It gives me another reason to be close to Olivia."
His wife smiled, awning in bliss. Peter stuck out his tongue like a little child. "She's your wife. Shouldn't that be reason enough?"
Edmund scoffed snobbly. "Didn't expect you to understand." He threw an imaginary strand of hair over his shoulder.
