Nancy changed into a loose yellow pullover top and jeans held up by suspenders. She had on a funky little cap, too. Ben thought the outfit made her lo...k even younger than he did. ‘Well, Mrs. Morris,’ he said as they drove down the driveway, accompanied by the clatter of tin cans the boys had attached to the back of the car. ‘Here we go.’ Nancy laid her head against the car’s headrest and smiled at her new husband. ‘Mrs. Morris,’ she said softly, ‘I do like the sound of that.’ ‘So do I,’ Ben. It was morning and nearly 8.30 am.The doorbell of home rings and it was her calling me to go to school. I really got up late in the morning and my mom opened the door and told her to come and sit because I was not ready.So my mom and Riya were talking to each other. After 15 minutes I got ready and came out. I said hi to her. We were so late that my dad drove us to school and then he went to the office.But because we came by car to the school I was not having anything to give her to propose to. I agreed to accompany him for the party as mere kissing & hugs are not out of box for me and it in deed keep my hubby happy.On the party evening, hubby told me to wear a skirt & tops to keep myself modern appeal, also he had chosen a set of lingerie to wear. I weared them and hubby said you look very beautiful and hoping I be a attraction at the party. We reached the party venue around 8 in the night, many of his friends warmly received us. One of them handed us drinks, chose wine, as the party. For either of us.”I shrugged.“I guess this is goodbye then, Paul. I don’t know when we’ll bump into each other again.”“Vicky’s wedding? Have you been invited?”She shook her head. “It’s a small affair, from what I’ve heard.” She held out her hand for me to shake. “It was nice to know you, Paul Robertson.”“Likewise. Eventually.”She smiled at my reference to how we hadn’t gotten along at first. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that. You take care of yourself, you hear?”“I’ll try to.”“Good. I’ll leave the.