[Reina POV]
After the night with Charles, I felt alive. Waking up, I found the perverted cat in front of my face with a feather in her hand.
Usually, I would be angry at her antics, but I didn't need to be. Ignoring what she did, I looked at my lovely fiance Charles.
Ever since I lived with him, the emotions I felt were something I hadn't felt in a long time. The new or old emotions I felt clouded most of my judgment.
Even if I don't mean to, the anger I have accumulated over the weeks has been more anger than I had my entire life.
Looking at the stupid cat, most negative emotions come from her. Since I'm on the winning end this time, I should take this chance to anger her.
Now that I think about it, he's my fiance. Shouldn't I have a nickname for him? Everyone calls Charles, Charles. I want to have a memorable name for him alone for me.
Then what should I call him? Darling? No. I feel like he would cringe once I say that. Then sweety? No. It has no flow to it.
"Hubby~!"