At 6:30 in the evening
Alex strutted on the stairs wood panel towards the second floor of their home. In his hands was a bouquet he had chosen for Tamara. Alex opened the door of the master bedroom and looked for her. But she's not in bed neither in the study. It only means she's in the dresser. And there she is, beautifully outlined in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Alex gazed at her- the simple Tamara. She doesn't even know how attractive she is. After covering herself up with an old-fashioned coat and trouser and grandmother-like thickly layered eyeglasses for a long time, the goddess was finally out. Alex was so pleased Tamara waited for him.
"Do you like what you see?" And she learned how to be flippant too.
"Always!" Alex smirked.
He walked straight to her and handed over the bouqu
