What sort of tradition was that? In fact, how would his father even know if I truly wear a pánt or not?
But I never knew what was coming…
I wanted to be a good wife, so I obeyed the words of my husband. Besides, his father would be staying for only a week.
So, there I was, sitting at dinner in a loose gown, feeIing ẹxposed and nervous when suddenly something shocking happened that stunned me to my bone marrow.
My husband’s father sat directly opposite me but the man kept on dropping his napkin to the ground and every time he bent down to pick it, his eyes would go straight in between my Iegs.
At first I thought it was a mistake, but the moment it happened five good times I knew that something was wrong.
I looked at my husband– Gabriel, but he was busy eating, he didn’t even notice how his father’s eyes were wandering.
