Fee showed up the next morning wearing a dark blue coat on blue clothes. He was even better dressed, although he originally thought he would look good in whatever he wore because he was a beautiful man. As soon as I got eyes on him, I didn't tell him how tight my chest was.

I wore a same-color hat on my favorite water-colored dress for outings, and Dora said when I was getting embarrassed because I'd been staring at it forever as Phee said it looked "good on me" when I saw it.

"Master Fion. Your wife's escort, please."

"Oh. Well, shall we go? Yuri."

Fee is offered a hand with gloves on. His hands were big and warm. It's been a long time since I've been escorted by a man with that in mind. My husband's hands were limp even over the gloves. I thought a man's hand was like this, but it seems like each person.

"I hope it's not crowded, huh?

"Oh."

Fee in the carriage was speechless. My chest thrilled at how he looked more often than not to be stared at than that. I'm glad I could go out with Fee, but on the other hand, it's my first experience of feeling awkward.

If I missed my gaze at the carriage window to escape his gaze, I would have arrived in front of the museum at some point.

The museum doesn't seem that crowded. Good. Now I can take my time touring. And, my heart deviates. Fey, who went down first, thanked him and said, "Your hand, please." Lady, "she said." My servant offered me a hand. "I'm not old enough for you," she returned it with a tuned attitude.

I guess this shouldn't be it. How can you slap a hater in front of Fee? For once, I was able to interact normally in front of my husband Anton.

Grabbing my hand that was going to depress me, Fee walked out.

"This looks like a date."

……

Dating. That's the word I admired. My husband and I didn't have time to go somewhere because it felt like our surroundings were getting exciting rather than through each other's feelings.

Because of her serious personality in her husband's work, she wondered if this was the case with the couple. Anton seemed to hate touching each other without having to stick around, so he has felt lonely with the attitude of being drawn to the line while at his side. That's why I thought dating was irrelevant to me.

I just didn't think it would happen if they weren't. It's like a dream to dress up like this and go out on a heterosexual escort. Besides, the long fie next door, he matched his stride to mine. I was happy with that, too.

I can't believe you walked shoulder to shoulder with my husband, Anton, about the time you attended the night club. That's a few things a year, too. After I escorted him, he would be left alone, and it was hard not to lose sight of him after him because he would walk away with Sassa and his big crotch without caring about me or anything like that.

"What? Yuri, is that a memory laugh?

Remember Anton's escort at the night club, and if he was smiling bitterly, Phee would ask.

"It's nothing. Than that. Hey, Fee. Look. Look. She's cute."

"What's up?

Stopping in front of a single painting, Fee also stopped. The painting depicted a toddler about three years old. When I was three, it was just when I met Noah.

The painting depicted a toddler dressed in a vermilion dress with lace and ribbon jewelry, giggling and showing.

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