Taming My Cold Husband
I say, and he extends his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Would you please hold me, madam?" he says, mimicking a British accent.
A laugh spurts from my throat as I accept his hand.
"Why, thank you, kind sir."
We round the corner, and I see Kris with a small flower bouquet, smiling quizzically. *Oh, now I'm just confused.* She hands it to me with a wink. Then we round the next corner, and I hear it almost immediately—Ravel's Bolero—a special piece for me and Julian.