Inside the car, I kept getting this feeling that Lando was staring at me. Every time I turned my head, he would instantly look away, as if he hadn't been caught doing exactly that.
Honestly, it made me want to laugh and scream at the same time. If he wanted to look at me, he could just do it openly. He was my husband, not some shy schoolboy sneaking glances at his crush.
I let my eyes travel over what he was wearing. Last night, he asked me what color my gown would be. I thought he was just making small talk, maybe checking if I really had a dress ready.
But who would've thought he asked because he wanted to choose a color that matched mine? He didn't exactly wear purple, but rather a navy-blue suit that still harmonized with my gown.
The fabric looked like velvet, so when it caught the light, the color shifted slightly.
