Jerome shaved and got dressed and after a final examination of his in ness he decided that he looked in enough to be in the presences of his wife and he headed off down the hallway toward his favorite kitchen for breakfast.
On his way he noticed that Esme had left her door ajar. Steeping back he took a small peep inside the door. There stood his lovely wife in nothing but a fluffy pink towel picking out what to wear from one of five very, very large closets.
Jerome gaped at her. He had never seen her in so little. Her hair was damp from her morning bath. She didn't even have make up on. She had never looked so stunning. Without the in clothes, the in make up, the in hair she was naturally pretty. She was humming something to herself flipping casually through a closet of very colourful items, searching for the in statement of today. Things that blow in the breeze were in, Jerome remembered as she pulled out a yellow dress made of floaty fabric. She moved out of his few for a few moments. When she returned to the exposed side of the room she was wearing the dress. It was perfect for the summer day. It fit her form perfectly until it fell gracefully from her hips. It was rather short too. It ruffled at the bottom and on the shoulders. He had never seen her wear something with no sleeves. She sat at her vanity applying the latest in make up which was pink. Brushing through her hair it dried fairly quickly but instead of curling it she left it straight for one. Tucking a yellow rose behind her ear to match the dress, Esme got up and headed toward the door. Jerome quickly kept walking as if he had just been passing. Esmé's footsteps caught up with his and he looked at her. "Why Esme you look amazing!" He exclaimed as if he had just seen her.
"Jerome, omelets are in so you'll have to make some for breakfast." She explained completely disregarding him. Jerome just sighed and followed his wife into the kitchen.