"Oh…" Daisy pointed a wavering finger at the man who stood before her, eyes glassy but wide with recognition. "You look so much like my husband…" She gasped, covering her mouth with both palms dramatically.
Theo froze in the doorway, his tall frame stiff, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he stood still, her words striking far deeper than the drunken exaggeration they seemed to be. His eyes lingered on her flushed face, the softness in her unfocused gaze, before he quickly forced a smile and strode toward her.
He crouched down in front of her, his voice low but teasing. "Nice to meet you, my wife. I guess I'm lucky… marrying my first love—"
Before he could finish, Daisy instantly cupped his mouth with both hands, her cheeks puffing in mock outrage. "Tchh… how dare you talk about your first love in front of your beautiful wife?"
