Special guests
vino watched his wife's appearance with each other from head to toe, he folded his arms across his chest while the corner of his shoulder rested on the doorstep. he only wore a white shirt covered with a black lacy apron, black pants, socks, and flip-flops, while his wife was still busy beautifying herself in front of the mirror. he felt this situation seemed unfair.
"Are you sure you will dress like that?" Vino shrugged his shoulders from the backrest on the doorstep, he stepped into their room with slow steps. He could see the reflection of his wife's body from the bedroom mirror which did not respond to his words.