Chapter SONG: Beep – The Pussycat Dolls
Chapter Summary:
Anthony observes Aimee as she tires on outfits for their engagement dinner
Original book: Moon and Sun IV
Anthony POV
I watched from where I had been sat on the end of the bed half an hour ago as my fiancée tried on another dress. In my honest opinion all of them looked amazing, well anything would if she wore it, But I knew that if I expressed this specific view she would get mad and accuse me of not paying the correct attention.
She just didn't get it; I was a man, what kind of attention was I supposed to pay when she was repeatedly getting dressed and undressed?
She turned to look at me with her hands on her hips, "Anthony?"
I blinked a couple of times before feigning innocence, "yes?
She frowned, "You haven't been paying attention at all have you?"
I raised my eyebrows, "Of course I have, I know that each of the dresses you are trying on were bought for you by mum and that they all cost over two hundred dollars." I stated.
She folded her arms, "And?"
I stood up, "And I think that we could afford to get a TV in the bathroom for that."
"We aren't getting a TV in the bathroom."
"Then I am moving the toilet into the bedroom." I stated and she glared hard.
I sighed and flopped back to my original position on the bed, making a show f onto moving.
When she was happy she turned back to look at herself in the mirror.
"So what do you really think? Does it apply to the non slut rule?" She demanded.
I frowned, this time genuinely confused, "The what?"
She spun to look at me, "The no slut rule. For every year you are over sixteen you add half a centimetre to the hem of your skirt."
I sighed and stood moving to pulled her into a hug and then cup her face in my hands.
"You never have and never will look like a slut." I stated, "And I wouldn't worry about that rule to much anyway, if it were true, every other woman in the family would be dragging around a Persian rug by now."
There were several growls and hisses from around me as Mum, along with Aunt Rose and Aunty Alice, who were trying on their dresses, took offence to what I had just said.
Aimee giggled and looked up at me, her arms around my waist.
"I'll remind you of that when we are both a hundred."
I smiled and leant in to kiss her, "I'll hold you to that."