Bastien’s Point of View
“How do I look?” Rebecca asked me when she walked out of our bedroom.
“Like a dream” I reached for her hand and kissed the back of it before I spun her around to take it all in.
“I feel so different dressed like this” she smoothed the black slacks she was wearing that showed off her small waist topped of with a loose but fitted button down black silk shirt.
“You wear it beautifully” she did, I wasn’t just saying that because I was madly in love with her. It looked even better on her since Helena aged us about 25 years, give or take. We looked like we were in our early fifties, and I loved it, so did she. She said I looked very distinguished with my laugh lines and my salt and pepper hair. I thought she aged like a fine wine, her face was more angled without t
