Sunday, I went back to the villa first after sending Munchkin to school.
Looking at that beautiful invitation card, my thoughts were in disarray.
Should I go? Did I want to go?
Hesitation occupied my heart. Sitting in front of the dressing table, my hand that had been drawing my brows stopped.
Theo seemed to have known that I would be hesitant so he came back early today.
When he saw me sitting at the table, he walked toward me slowly and put his hands on my shoulders. "What's wrong?"
I looked up at him through the mirror and shook my head gently. "I don't know if I should go or not. Matthew is not the same as he used to be, I'm worried..."
"Don't worry, it'll be alright. I'll have Keith be your driver." Theo had already made the arrangements and now Keith was waiting downstairs. "If anything happens, he will notify me."
I touched my stomach as if the child would give me courage. In the end, I squared my shoulders and decided with great effort, "Alright, I guess I’d have to go if I want to find out what his purpose is."
"Yes. Let me help you draw your brows."
When I heard this, my interest was instantly piqued and I looked at him suspiciously. "You know how to?"
Theo was stunned for a moment. He stared at my eyebrows for a long time before grabbing the eyebrow pencil in my hand. “Yes, just follow the shape of your brows."
"Alright, I’ll trust you this once."
I looked up. I did not know how he was going to end up drawing it but I was looking forward to it.
"All done."
At Theo's voice, I turned around and looked into the mirror.
I was a little unfamiliar with his technique, but fortunately, I could still accept it. I could not see it clearly anymore after I let down my bangs, however. I blinked. "A marginal pass."
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