TBHL: Chapter 21

Trish and I continued to fix the dresses. We're bringing them down to the first floor, where the models' dressing room will be.

Good thing my headache cooperated and went away before noon.

Now I'm observing the people setting up the Auditorium. They're arranging the tables, chairs, and lights.

I was in that state when I felt hands creeping around my waist. I smiled because just from the scent alone, I already knew who it was - my husband. No one else would give me a back hug like that.

“How are you feeling, Wife? I bumped into Trisha, she told me you had a headache earlier. Are you okay now?” He asked affectionately but with a hint of concern.

I was surprised by what he said. Trish can be really talkative sometimes. She even told her brother. But that's just how she is. When it comes to serious matters, I can always count on my friend.

“I'm okay now, Hubby. I already took some medicine,” I replied while still watching the people fixing the lights.

“Are you sure? Why