My Blind Husband

Beckham sighed in frustration at Cherise’s words, his hand hitting his forehead. Turning to Gwenn, his voice carried a hint of annoyance. “Gwenn, you’ve gone too far this time. This is Zac and Lyra’s wedding, not a nightclub! Even if this is your usual style, an event like this requires more decorum. Your dress is… inappropriate, to say the least. Please, go and change immediately.”

Gwenn clenched her jaw. “Dad, come on, it’s not that bad.”

She never adhered to dress codes, not even for funerals, let alone weddings. Flaunting her assets was her personal style, and what was wrong with that?

Always the epitome of angelic sweetness, Cherise chimed in, “Yeah, Dad has a point. Maybe a wardrobe change is in order. Did you bring anything less, shall we say, ‘eye-catching”?”

Gwenn was about to retort, but Cherise interrupted her with the timing of a seasoned comedian. “Oh, silly me! You wouldn’t fit into my clothes anyway, not with your… curves. But Aunt Priscilla’s place isn’t far. Her wardrobe, now that could work.”

Gwenn’s cheeks turned emerald green. Men like Beckham and Damien wouldn’t catch the veiled insult, but Gwenn understood it loud and clear.

a middle-aged woman, was her body

expression cut through the

mother, was believed to

Mom’s sister,” Cherise smiled at Beckham,

affectionate and mushy behind closed doors. But we make a point of maintaining decorum in public. I just got a little carried away; I couldn’t help myself with the kiss

“Turns out, Dame found a long-lost family for me. Mom isn’t an orphan after

took a moment to

wide with excitement, and grabbed Cherise’s hand. “Are you serious?

is Auntie Priscilla’s daughter. Turns out, Aunt Priscilla is Lyra’s mom! So, Mom’s niece and Zac, whom she practically raised, are