Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 6

“Done.” The female maid, whose name I was still yet to find out, said, handing me a small mirror so I could see the wonders she'd done for my face.

I looked beautiful. She was certainly a great make up artist, because she'd beautified me.

She'd also given my hair a nice trim and left it to fall over my shoulders which only made me look of class.

I dropped the mirror on my bed, rising to my feet, then headed to the bigger mirror in my room.

“Woah,” I looked spectacular in the black ankle length spaghetti handle cocktail dress which popped out my not-so-big breast.

It flared from the knee down to the ankle and was the definition of beauty.

I wondered how, whoever bought the cloth, knew my size, because it suit me perfectly.

Now with the beautiful makeup and hair do, I looked like the definition of wealth.

“You look beautiful ma'am.” The female said, and I couldn't agree more.

After more moments of admiring myself, I realized Henry must be waiting for me in the parlor.

I took the heels he'd given me from where I'd dropped it on the table with the box of necklace and earrings.

Wearing the heels, I put on the earrings next and then the necklace.

I stole a quick glance of myself by the mirror, before leaving the room, with the female walking behind me.

Soon, I was in the parlor, and there he stood, a hot Henry dressed in a white shirt with a black suit and pants, topped with a black shoe.

He was adjusting his Rolex watch when the sound of my heels announced my presence.

He turned to me, scanning me from head to toe, and if he'd found my dressing beautiful, he didn't compliment.

“You took too long to dress.” That was what he said instead.

I furrowed my brows. “I apologize for that,” then walking past him, I muttered under my breath, “you can't even compliment one.”

He followed behind me as we both walked out of the house, and into the car whose door was opened for us by a bodyguard.

We had to sit side by side because we were going together.

I hadn't sat in a car with him since the first time we went to a party together.

It was when the bodyguard closed the door behind me that I realized the female was no longer walking behind me.

The driver started the car and soon we were on the road.

The drive was boring, and it didn't help that Henry's cologne kept drawing me to swim in it.

I stole a glance at him, and as expected, he was doing some work on his phone.

Retrieving my phone from the black purse I'd taken, I turned it on.

I sent a message to the four of us group chat.

Me- Guys, this would be tagged as the most boring car ride on earth.

Charlotte- What else did you think would happen if you went on a drive with him?

Me- -eyeroll emoji- Thanks for your help.

Charlotte- Just saying, it's Henry we're talking about here, the hot and cold dude.

Me- But a terrible husband.

Charlotte- -Laughing emoji- You're not a better wife yourself, don't act like Miss perfect.

Me- -eyeroll emoji-

Me- Where's Caley, I want to speak with someone smart.

Charlotte- She's gone to work so I think you're stuck with me hon.

Me- No thank you, bye.

Charlotte- You really prefer to stay on your boring date than to chat with your smart and pretty friend.

Me- Yes, bye.

I returned my phone to the purse, staring out the window.

Well, this was my life.

After ten minutes of more silence, the mansion came to view and the paparazzi came to view.

I sat up straight once the car came to a halt and some bodyguards created a way through the people eagerly wanting to take photos of us.

“Stay in here.” He ordered like I was going to go anywhere, then got out of the car.

He walked round the car to open the door for me, stretching his hand for me to take and an obviously feigned smile was painted on his lips.

I couldn't help smiling at how he looked, then accepted his hand, and with his help, I got out of the car.

We both walked towards the building while tons of people tried to push their way through the bodyguards to get a photo of us, but the guards pushed them away more.

Henry held me like we were a real couple, shielding me from the lights the cameras were throwing our way.

As we headed towards the house, I couldn't help but be awed by the place.

It had sweeping driveways and a majestic gate that only made it more beautiful.

The architecture style was classic which would be expected of a rich person.

The lawns were manicured beautifully and there was a private pool by the side.

Soon, we were inside the building and as expected, it was the definition of huge.

The place was decorated with crystal. The dining area was beautiful.

It was a table with four chairs around it at almost every single place in such huge mansion.

Each table was set with fine linen, silverwares and crystal glasswares with beautiful flower arrangements.

Seating was for four guests per table with comfortable, high backed chairs.

The place lit up with dimmable chandeliers. It was beautiful and expected.

Which was when I realized that Henry's hand was still holding mine.

“I think you can let go now,” I whispered, but he totally ignored me, walking me towards a group of people.

I wanted to complain about him holding my hand, but then I realized that every single male was holding their partner's hand.

So I just let it be.

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