CHAPTER 102

He went to his knees and asked me for the dance. I gulped the saliva down my throat and hesitantly, placed my palm on his. Am I dreaming? Because this all seems too good to be true. I get up and he put on some romantic music to which I turned all shades of red. It isn't like I am shy or else but his presence is kind of intimidating. He is my husband. Yes, now I believe that he's my husband. But apart from this smooth warm feeling, deep down I might be scared. Maybe, he's prefect but what if...