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"Oh, hush. You're a busy man, Forrest, you always have worked hard. It's nothing new to me. I know you love me so you working so hard and not being around as much doesn't sadden me. I'm proud of you; I know you're working for us and our future. A little time with you would be nice, but I'm well aware that you have plenty to sort out in London. We need a house and you need a job - and while you don't want to pay the elites attention, it's important we mingle with them," she pointed out with a wise smile, brushing her hair from her face with a flustered giggle at being paced down onto the bed. She had never experienced anything overly passionate or lust-fuelled in her relationship, but she didn't feel she needed that - she believed her husband loved her and that was all she felt she could ask for.
"The opera tomorrow night would be nice, though," she admitted as she calmly stood up and wandered to the bathroom to dress into her nightgown, slowly undoing the various strings at the back of the dress she had on. It wasn't an easy job, especially without the handmaids she was used to helping her, but she could just about manage without pestering her husband. "I know you said you're busy tomorrow night, but you also said we could catch an early showing. That would be wonderful, actually. I've never been to an opera before. We never had a chance in the countryside-- I'm only now realising how utterly mundane our lives were there."
"The opera tomorrow night would be nice, though," she admitted as she calmly stood up and wandered to the bathroom to dress into her nightgown, slowly undoing the various strings at the back of the dress she had on. It wasn't an easy job, especially without the handmaids she was used to helping her, but she could just about manage without pestering her husband. "I know you said you're busy tomorrow night, but you also said we could catch an early showing. That would be wonderful, actually. I've never been to an opera before. We never had a chance in the countryside-- I'm only now realising how utterly mundane our lives were there."