She was accounted a plain woman, plain and overweight. Not worth a second glance. None of the wispy nipped, tucked and botoxed women around could begin to understand how she had caught herself fascinating husband, or how she kept him having caught him.
It would have shocked them to the depths of their shallow souls had they known that how she laughed at their naivety.
She lay in her rumpled bed and looked at the portrait that hung between the windows. Her husband looked too, before he laid an affectionate hand on her ample hip.
“Still as lovely as ever…”