I'm so grateful for the shower I just had, using all the bath essentials I bought—well, HE bought for me earlier today. It's like my skin found its old friends that it's rewarding me with suppleness and smoothness.
My closet is now filled with so many clothes, most of them for winter, the rest are mostly black loungewear sets. I flush at the sight of one corner of the closet that houses undergarments. Mariano didn't tell me he bought those for me. How did he even manage and when? They're all sexy lingeries, and silk and lacy undergarments. I'm embarrassed to think he got them for me. What. The. Hell.