Sunday morning, Vonda had already prepared herself with her casual look. She stood in front of the mirror, turned around and looked at herself from different angles. Hmmm... was it to meticulously observe her appearance?

“It doesn't mean I want to look fancy in front of him.”

Vonda brushed the jeans that hugged her lower body, right at her butt.

“Just so it's not embarrassingly plain.”

Vonda then turned her attention to her shoulder-length wavy hair. She deliberately let it down without any hairpins. It shimmered down her back, complementing the softly patterned short-sleeved shirt she was wearing.

She also wore a pair of block heeled shoes, five inches high....