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.

call her out on her behavior. I

his image requirements. They always dressed him in formal suits. While his build and features could easily carry off such a get-up,

a dedicated fashion designer for Ashton,

as I rummaged for my phone. The number seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recall

I lifted my head again, I saw an elegant-looking lady summoning a salesperson to

I guess I was

call in a fit of

it’s me.” Zander’s Koandrian accent

“I’m sorry I haven’t called you back. I’ve been busy lately, so I forgot

promise to my superiors to keep a precious talent in

that his goodwill was a

I chose not to call him out on his attitude. I confirmed my participation as well as the reporting time and

I had seen, feeling a tinge of regret at the missed

poor mood, curious about the person who had snagged such