Chapter 88 - Flickering Candlelight
"She gives me the attitide." Colin's curt voice cut through the heavy silence, as he handed Raquel another empty basket.
She knew this was going to happen but she had been avoiding it for days. His eyes seem to be heavy with the unspoken words that visibly weighed down his heart. Her usually composed husband seem to lack a little bit of composure in his demeanour when he had taken lifted the basket off the ground and taken them downstairs yesterday.
Old age? No. He wasn't that old yet.
The action or perhaps, omission, as it would be more fitting here, had been something so slight.
Too slight that anyone that had not been married to him for more than ten years would not notice.
"What?"
"The Bride." He said with the same sharpness and leveled tone that he had called her Mistress and the ones before her.