Chapter 13

- In this form? she asked anyway.

- So what? You look great.

He looked her over again from head to toe, and she was suddenly embarrassed, it was so intimate. Olga lowered her eyes, hiding embarrassment behind her eyelashes, but she was betrayed by a traitorous blush that appeared on her cheekbones. She rested her hands on her husband's shoulders and descended from the high chair.

“Well, look,” she repeated the last time, experiencing a strange “déjà vu”.

Let's go, then. The guy doesn't seem to care. Okay, then her too. She doesn't care about those around her. She does not know them, she sees them for...