Song Recommendation: Crashing by Illumium
After a dinner prepared by Delia back at the mansion, the couple made their way to their bedroom then closet.
"Bobo?"
"Yes?" Damien clipped the end of the cloth around Delia's neck, turning her to face the mirror in the dressing table in the closet.
"Why do I hardly see the maids in the mansion? They're always outside, why?"
"Because I don't trust anyone but Sally to handle house chores. So I restrict the maids to only work outside", he picked up the barbing clipper from the table, switching it on.
Delia gulped, "D– Damien? Are you sure you know how to barb?"
Damien stepped behind her, setting the clipper in his palm. "Of course I do".
"You know black people's hair is different from white bah? Don't go and spoil my hairline!" She glanced at him.
Damien chuckled, holding her head still and letting her face the mirror, "I know, trust me, wifey. Your appearance means so much to me as it does to you".
