Jennifer P.O.V
After explaining how the whole situation came to be and what I potentially wanted to wear, a realization dawned upon me.
"Shit".
"What happened?" Manolo sat up straight, switching from a joyous mood to a concerned one.
"I just realized I need David's number to know whether he'll pick me up or if I'm driving myself. And two, when will I find the opportunity to shop for a dress for this date?" I sighed, feeling frustrated that I had forgotten something so important.
It's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, and I'm already messing it up.
"Which day is the date"?
"This Saturday," I answered, fidgeting with my fingers.
"Jeni, it's only Tuesday," he softly laughed, standing up and walking to me. "You have enough time to ask for his number and as for the shopping part." He stopped, likely thinking of any way I could leave the house without suspicion.
"Does Nicolas know that on certain Fridays, we have half days"? He asked, and I knew exactly where he was going with that.
"No," I paused, feeling the frustration disappear.
"Well, this Friday is half a day, leaving us with two hours to go to a clothing store and buy you an outfit and hopefully enough time to get you home at your usual time."
"Okay, that's good, but I just thought of another issue." I brought up not wanting to be a negative Nancy, but when it comes down to Nicolas, you have to think of all the bad outcomes to pull something like this off.
"Ok, what's that"? He mildly said, giving me a bored expression.
"He can easily check my transactions from my card and know I either spent money at the store or took cash out and will ask questions about what I bought," I revealed, feeling the irritation radiate off of him.
"Of course, he has access to your bank account," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Why am I not surprised?".
"Yea..." I muttered, feeling kind of guilty for spoiling his mood.
"I'll just pay for the outfit myself, then."
"Ok, sur- wait, what?" I said, realizing what he just offered.
"I'll pay for the outfit myself, and don't offer to pay me back because I won't accept," he said, holding his hand up, letting me know he was serious.
"But".
"No buts, I want to do this for you because I care about you and your happiness." he walked towards me, taking hold of both hands.
"Fine, but I will pay you back in some way."
"Sure you will. Now, there's a mall just twenty minutes away from here. If we leave at exactly one o'clock, we'll arrive there around one twenty, depending on traffic," Manolo explained, releasing me.
"That works". I nod.
After discussing our plans for this little shopping trip, we said our goodbyes and headed home.
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Arriving home around four, I picked up my bag, exited my car, and walked to the front door to go inside.
Having a couple of hours to myself, I decided to head upstairs, take a nice hot bath, and do my facial and hair care routine since I haven't had the time to do that in a while.
Once I finished my bath and self-care routine, I went to the closet to put on a light gray Nike sweater shirt and matching joggers, then slipped on my black Nike slides.
I was deciding whether to continue watching my favorite show, The Tudors, or start grading these papers.
I decided to multitask because every time I watch something after grading papers, I end up going to sleep.
While grading papers, I find myself enjoying the peace and quiet I have right now. I could sit back, relax, and do whatever I wanted, however I wanted without having to look over my shoulder every five seconds or hearing Nicolas's criticism all the time.
That quickly ends once Nicolas comes home expecting dinner already made everything.
I honestly can't think of a time when he ever cooked for me, and I won't include takeout because anyone can order food.
He always expects me to cook for him since he's the man of the house and takes care of everything but it wouldn't kill him to cook for me every once and a while.
What a loving husband I have.
Five hours pass, leaving me an hour to prepare dinner for Nicolas.
I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and looked through it to see what we had for me to cook.
I went with cooking Arroz con pollo, a delicious yet simple dish.
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Finishing the last touches on the food, I walked into the dining room to set up the table, then made a quick little trip to the kitchen and back to place the food and our drinks down.
I went with the Pinot Noir wine Nicola's friend gifted him after a trip to France two weeks ago.
Nicolas couldn't stop obsessing over this wine, so hopefully, it keeps him in a good mood.
As usual, I heard Nicolas pull up to the house at ten p.m. sharp.
Opening the door, Nicolas stepped inside, placing his briefcase on the floor and his suit jacket on the coat rack.
"Hey baby, I'm home," Nicolas announced, entering the dining room.
"Hey," I dryly said, sitting at the table.
"What's for dinner"? He asked, taking a seat right after me.
"Arroz con pollo with the Pinot Noir wine that Rafael gifted you," I responded, taking a bite of the food.
"Oh, okay. How was work?" He picked up his fork and began to eat as well.
"It was good as usual," I paused. "Except the part where I got asked out on a date with an amazing man," I whispered the last bit, hoping he missed that.
"What was that last part"?
"Huh," I looked up from my plate to meet his gaze, "Oh, nothing important."
"Oh, alright".
We proceeded to eat silently, which usually would be tortuous for me, but I didn't care this time. I wanted to keep it this way until it was time for bed.
Nicolas had other plans, though.
"Aren't you going to ask me how my work day was?" he asked, his voice irking.
"Sorry," I wasn't sorry. "How was your day at work"? I complied, showing clear signs that I didn't care, but Nicolas couldn't care less.
He started blathering about how stressful his work day was, how someone messed up his paperwork, and so on.
I pretended to be invested in his workday troubles, but the only thing on my mind right now was my date this Saturday.
After we finished our meal, I hurriedly picked up my plate and wine glass, rushed to the kitchen to set my dishes in the sink, and then ran upstairs to get ready for bed.
Nicolas was probably puzzled about why I was in such a rush to go to bed early, but I'll worry about making an excuse in the morning.
I just wanted Saturday to hurry up and arrive already.
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RomantizmYears ago, Jennifer lost everything she loved and held dear to her. She lost her freedom, her old life, and most importantly her family. Years later though an old friend of hers kidnaps her in order to help her recover past memories while revealing...
