Dylan’s turn this week to set the MLMM challenge:
Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls.
She hadn’t worn white since their wedding when she had been fifty pounds lighter and twenty years younger.
George was embarrassed as he’d only been with the firm five months and had no idea what she’d intended to wear to the boss’s dinner party aboard the company yacht.
‘Can’t you wear something else?’ he’d asked just as the taxi had pulled up to take them to the marina.
‘No,’ she said. ‘I did my homework and this is what executive wives are likely to wear. I wanted to do you proud darling, especially as you’re hoping for a place on the board within a year.’
George sighed. Any such plans had now gone up in smoke as her outfit, whilst being the real McCoy and not a false pearl in sight, was unflattering to her figure and made her look a little frumpish rather than one of the trim executive wives he’d seen in the firm photos.
‘I’ll just get rid of my coat,’ she said merrily when they arrived aboard.
George took in his surroundings. Yes, he could get used to this, but would Cass fit in?
He loved her of course but she was more like a sister now, set in her ways and although life was pleasant and comfortable, it held no surprises.
Lost in thought, he stared out across the bay.
Suddenly an arm linked through his and dragged him towards a group of work colleagues.
He didn’t actually like any of them, they were all pretty sycophantic and their wives simpering Barbies. He doubted there was a genuine boob between them and smiling to himself, thought about Cass’s generous curves and her warm body.
Miranda knew she was one of the most beautiful women in the room, even if it did come at a price, and was similarly attired to his wife.
His heart sank.
Miranda was laughing about some poor unfortunate with no taste, her long manicured nails snaking up his arm in full view of her husband Byron, aka his boss.
George felt uncomfortable and tried to move away. There was more going on here than met the eye, and he didn’t like it much.
Oh please don’t let Cass come out now, he thought. She doesn’t deserve this.
‘There you are!’ Cass said, making her way towards them.
‘And here she is!’ Miranda said with a smirk and with a wave of her hand added
‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is Cass, George’s wife.’
George squirmed inwardly as they looked her up and down, his boss in particular, but Cass stunned him by holding their stares and smiling the killer watt smile that had melted his heart all those years ago. It wasn’t just his heart that began to swell with pride.
‘Hello everyone!’ she said brightly.
Byron moved forward and with a broad grin, took her hand.
‘Cassidy Jenkins! It’s been what, twenty two years? You look wonderful!’
Totally ignoring his wife, Byron said ‘George! You are a lucky man! Come! Let’s eat!’
George found himself paired with Miranda who was pouting more than any botox could assimilate as Cass and Byron laughed and caught up on old times.
Cass turned her head and winked at him.
‘Told you I’d done my homework,’ she grinned.