43: Impressed

*Ben*

I can’t remember ever being with a woman who makes my chest swell with pride. I had certainly not expected it of Skye when I married her, but then nothing about my marriage to her is as I predicted. Well, except for what passes in the bedchamber. I had judged her abilities correctly there.

But I didn’t anticipate that she would be an outstanding hostess. During dinner, the food was splendid, the wine excellent, and the conversation pleasant. It didn’t matter who was discussed, Skye was familiar with them not personally but based on their exploits captured in the tabloids and news. She has mentioned before that she reads them, but now I am beginning to think the woman devours them. I make a mental note to begin having some delivered from New York.

I also need to order some more recent music sheets. The ones my wife now uses to entertain us in the music room are remnants from my mother. Skye seems perfectly content with them, but I do wonder what sort of music she would prefer