She smiled at me and slowly interlocked her fingers with mine.
I reciprocated as I used my tumb to rub her delicate tumb. The peaceful aura that comes from her was just so undebatably high and contagious.
I have never felt this calm aura beside anyone before and it drives me crazy.
Soon, we drove to my parent's mansion, I softly pressed her arms as a sign of reassurance, she looked at me and let out a soft smile.
Before the car even rolled to a complete stop, I could already see movement through the tall glass windows of my parents' mansion. They were expecting us—of course they were. My parents never did anything without preparation. Even their surprises were rehearsed.
The driver stepped out first. I didn't move.
Bianca's hand was still in mine.
Her fingers were warm, soft, but steady. Not trembling. Not hesitant.
My wife might look delicate, but she had a spine made of quiet steel.
