When There Is Nothing Left But Love

This seemed to strike a chord with Emma. She remained in silent contemplation for the entire duration of our elevator ride.

“Hey Emma, we’re here.” She jolted from her thoughts at my gentle reminder, and she left the elevator in a jog.

“Thanks for the reminder. I almost got caught between the doors.” Emma patted her chest in relief before she suggested, “Since we haven’t been out in a while, shall we go shopping? We can visit the mall.”

I remembered Summer’s pleas for some new stationery, and I agreed. Women were born shopaholics. The impulse to shop sustained itself on the never-ending introduction of newer products to the market.

I had initially planned on visiting the kids’ section, but Emma had different ideas. She dragged me into a luxury goods store once we reached the mall. She tried on no fewer than ten outfits but wasn’t impressed by any of them.

“This set looks good. John would like it.” Bored, I decided to tease her a little.

“I didn’t say I was wearing this for him.” Her lips had hardened into a flat line, but she was obviously checking herself out in the mirror. I could tell from her eyes that she was imagining John’s amazement at her appearance.

Women will always doll themselves up for men that they love. I guess this saying holds even now.

her out on her behavior. I

the upper echelons of K City society, but his stylists couldn’t keep up with his image requirements. They always dressed him in formal

dedicated fashion designer for Ashton, I spied an impressive sample display in the distance. I picked up my

phone. The number seemed familiar,

summoning a salesperson to help her pack up the outfit I had had my eyes

I guess I was just a bit too

the call in a fit of impatience.

Zander’s Koandrian accent

sorry I haven’t called you back. I’ve been busy lately,

forget how I made a grand promise to my superiors to keep a precious talent in our apprenticeship program. They even agreed to keep your slot even though you would be going on maternity leave. Please don’t tell me you’re backing out

goodwill was a front for his urgent

call him out on his attitude. I confirmed my participation as well as the

back to the outfit I had seen, feeling a tinge

the cashier in a poor mood, curious about the person who had snagged such