The Old Fart

Brione looked at herself in the full-sized mirror inside Cedric's walk-in closet. She was wearing a casual but comfortable wine red dress that ended just above her knees. She just put some pressed powder on her face and some lip balm but she could not decide whether to let her hair down or put it up.

Cedric walked into the room. He too was in casual attire. "Ready, Sweetheart?" He asked Brione.

"Yup! I am. Do you think I should let my hair down or up?" she asked.

"Leave it loose. I love it that way. I don't want others to see your nape. I will wait for you in the living area. It will not be safe for you if I stay here any longer, you will end up wearing nothing," Cedric teased her.

"Go, I'll be done soon," Brione glared in answer. Cedric chuckled and she could hear his playful laugh fading as he walked away.