After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention.

“Oi! Wake up!”

She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!”

She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing.

“Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.”

Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke.

“Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!”

She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver.

“Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.”

She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?”

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little.

Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.