Audrey stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. Turning to the left, she placed a hand on her stomach. Turning to the right, she pulled the dress tighter around her figure and, deflated, let it go.
She exhaled and looked sadly at her reflection.
"Is everything okay?" Seymour asked, confused by his wife's reaction. Since moving to a different neighborhood, they were trying out new restaurants in search of a favorite.
Instead of turning to face him, she remained fixated on her reflection. "Do you think this dress makes me look fat?" She asked in a small voice.
Seymour practically sprinted over to her and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Fat?! God no, not at all! Not in the slightest! I think it looks really beautiful on you." He answered honestly.
"Really? I don't know…" She couldn't shake the feeling of self doubt.
"Absolutely! Audrey, you're in terrific shape. You have those cool muscles on your stomach, your waist is flawless, even Marilyn Monroe would've been jealous of your assets! You have the ability to look breathtaking in whatever you wear." He was beginning to ramble a little. "You could leave this house in a garbage bag and people would think you belonged on the front page of a magazine!"
Touched, she broke into a fit of laughter. "A simple 'no' would have done the trick." She got serious for a moment. "Thank you, Seymour."
It was moments such as these that made her so grateful that she was now Audrey Krelborn.