I stayed in Esme's room for a while, even though she had fallen asleep a few hours ago.
I observed how peaceful she looked. Surprisingly, she told me she had the best time and begged that we should attend more of them.
Her hand tightly against mine loosened as she turned the other way, clinging to her teddy.
I covered her up more before I left the room, closing the door behind me. My steps were slow, hand buried in my pocket as I made my way to our room.
Catherine was at the dresser, in the middle of applying lotion on her leg, her milky skin glistening in the dim light as hand glided through them.
"Tonight was a success..." She said, discerning me. "Hopefully, those awful rumors will be no more."
When I didn't say anything, she moved her eyes to the mirror.
"You haven't said a word the rest of the night." She pushed to stand, and I got a good view of her nightdress, transparent, leaving nothing to imagination, her silk robe draping down her shoulder flawlessly.
