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Ethan woke up. The vision awaiting him, left him short of words.
His wife stood in front of the room mirror, her back turned to face him, as her eyes gazed deeply at the mirror, while she admired herself.
Her instinct told her that her husband had woken up.
"Agnes," Ethan called out to her, slowly and lovingly.
"Good morning," she said, turning to face him.
"Good morning to you too, my darling wife," he said, pretending to admire her beauty.
She looked like a heavenly apparition.. a radiant silhouette, with the moon behind her.
Sincerely, Ethan felt widely drawn to her... More than to any woman in his life.
Quietly he sat up and removed the blanket covering his body. There must be an explanation for him, he thought. He climbed out of the bed and walked to his wife, who was beaming with smile.
Why did she look more than excited to see him, like it were her first time to see him?
"Finally you woke up," she said in a coy whisper. "Finally."
He shaked his head in a confused way. "Is there any occasion of the day that I may not know about?"
Agnes ran a through her luxuriant hair, the neck of her robe falling open slightly.
"And now I suppose you have forgotten the occasion of the day."
Her words took him off guard. "I am sorry? Is today your birthday perhaps?"
She laughed when she heard his words. "Of course not, I'll only pardon you for this carelessness of yours because we are human beings and no one is perfect. We tend to make mistakes," she smiled. "And we also tend to forget things easily."
"Can you please stop with the suspense and tell me what the occasion of the day is," he said, feeling already bored with the suspense already.
"Today is 18th of December Ethan."
"And so?" He asked, still not getting the message.
"What has it got to do with the occa... Oh my God," he said, hitting his head, "my dad's birthday is today," he added.
"What is the time?" He asked.
"It is thirty minutes after eight," she said.
"Thirty minutes after eight," he repeated. "Gosh I overslept you should have woken me up. Agnes I have got to be at the company before him, we have planned a birthday surprise for him and I'm supposed to be there."
Agnes smiled, watching her husband get so worked up for nothing. "Do not worry I dropped something in his, coffee for the next one hour he wouldn't be waking up. So you better get ready quickly and drive to the company," she said to him with a look of certainty.
"Drugged? I hope it will not affect him negatively," Ethan asked in a worried tone.
"Of course it will not affect him, he is my Father-in-Law. Why would I give him some something harmful?" She asked, her voice filled with excitement.
She looked at him, standing akimbo. Her jaw set intently. "Come on Than, you have to get ready," she insisted.
Daniel nodded, "yeah Whitney dear Thank you, if not for you I would have been doomed."
He really meant what you said and his face showed her graceful was for the first time in his life he felt smiling with me was not a waste and she really could be useful he admired her for that and he wished she could be his for the rest of his life but in a moment the rich and thought we are all gone.
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He rushed into the bathroom, showered, brushed and put on his shower robe. Then he came out of the bathroom. Whitney was still in front of the mirror.
"Agnes dear, you are coming with me," he said to her. "So you better get ready," he added politely.
A smile popped up on her face, "but Than this is a business party organized for him. I should not be part of it, it does not seem right."
Ethan had began to feel an iota of pain for his wife. How was she going to feel, when she found out that he was only using her as a pawn all these while? How was she going to feel, when she looses all of the things, she had thought to be hers? He was really playing with her emotions, now he really understood what his friend, Clinton had been saying to him and it all mare sense now. Not that he had began to love her but he had began to fancy her and her company. Indeed she was a good companion but she did not deserve him, such a cruel and vicious man like him. He had given Clinton his word and he was not bent on going back in it, not especially when he believed that his friend Clint, liked her.
Ethan cleared his throat. He was not going to let his feelings get the better of him. He needed his head to control him and not his heart.
"Agnes my dear, you are my wife and we are one. Anything that concerns you, should concern me," he recited one of the words, he had heard a man say, from one of the Opera movies.
She pouted, "doesn't it mean that I am being more of an intruder, instead of a wife?"
He walked to her and held her shoulder. This was an opportunity he did not want to miss. This was the best time to introduce her to his father and it seemed very appropriate.
"My dad has not seen, it seems like you do not even want him to see you my beautiful wife."
"No," she said, hatching a frown.
"I am very much desperate to meet the man who rules from a golden seat, Than."
Ethan laughed out loud, "that poem was tremendous and I have to admit that you becoming a poet would not be a bad idea at all."
Agnes blushed shyly, "you better dress up Than, the drug will not be effective for long."
He finally listened to her and went straight to his ward robe, "it is gonna take so long, to pick out a cloth to wear."
"Do not bother yourself, I have already picked out an outfit for you to wear and I am so certain that it is going to fit you so well," she said, smiling broadly at him.
"How certain are you that it is going to fit me?"
"As long as I am your wife, I definitely know what is best for you. So just try it on and tell me, how great of a work I did," she said with assurance.