“I can’t believe you bought me the dress,” Leila said. She twirled in front of the mirror and the ends of the yellow gown rustled. It was a perfect fit for her. Her eyes watered and her heart overflowed with gratitude and admiration. If anyone asked her what the perfect husband was, she wouldn’t say anything, she would simply point at Kelvin. “You bought me the dress.”  

“Yeah,” Kelvin answered. Sleep shadowed his face, he stretched his arms and stepped out of the bed. ...