12. YOU CAN’T WORK

After resting for a few hours, she went to have her bath and prepare for work. It was Monday; she was to resume her new job as a teacher at Mayfield high school. Though she hadn't told her husband yet, she was willing to say it to him after she was dressed and ready to leave the house.

She shuffled back into the bedroom, and Darian wasn't in yet. She thanked her stars as she hurriedly dressed up before he could come in; she wore a long red skirt that stopped after her knees, a white shirt, a black blazer to complete, and low fast red shoes.

She combed and applied her hair cream, which smelled like mint. She packed the hair backwards and let out a smug smile. She wasn't a makeup fan, but she rubbed a little bit of powder on her face and lip gloss on her moist and plump lips.

She picked up one of the bags Darian got her and checked the mirror.

She was still staring at the mirror when the door flung open; she composed herself and waited for him to come in.

He didn't notice that she was a