Theres no one like you

Georgia Fay came out of the room, holding a pink lipstick on her hand, and a mirror in the other hand. She checked her reflection in the mirror as she applied the lipstick on her lips and nodded in satisfaction, she was the perfect definition of beauty.

"You look really handsome today" Georgia commended, looking at her husband, Mark Dreal in admiration.

"What do you mean?" He frowned, knotting his tie.

"I mean you look great" Georgia smiled and took her bag from the couch.

"You mean, all these while I have not been handsome? You are indirectly saying I am ugly, is that it?" Mark stopped halfway through knotting the tie and raised his head to look at Georgia.

"That is not what I mean, I love your tie, that's it" Georgia said softly, trying to control her outburst.

"Reserve the compliment for some other time, I have a lot of things to do today, I really do not want you to ruin my day" Mark said carelessly.

"Me? I don't get that" Georgia smiled, hoping he didn't mean what he had said.

"How do I look?" Georgia asked, dropping the mirror in her bag.

"I hate your cloth" Mark stopped knotting the tie and looked at her like some ant that he would be willing to trample under his feet at any moment.

"What is wrong with it? You loved it the other day. Remember the day we went to Louis's party?" Georgia gave a charming smile, hoping he would remember. He had held her hand that day and kissed her in the midst of all his friends.

"Listen to yourself! Today is different from the other day. Are you not aware of the tending? You will remain stuck in this cloth forever just because you heard me say I love it some years ago? I hate the cloth already" another word from Georgia would make Mark walk over to her and pull the dress off her if she would not take it off by herself.

"Not some years ago, and it is not even up to a year since we got married" Georgia snapped.

"Are you sure? I think it has been over ten years that I have admired the cloth. Your old face too points how long it had been" he pulled on an annoying grin.

Georgia ignored the words, even though it hurt her, she could not help but believe she was really getting old. At thirty two, she was looking like a woman in her sixties, at least that is how Mark paints her everyday.

"But, what is wrong with it?" She was getting late already, Georgia had a hard time getting dressed, deliberately choosing to wear this because Mark had said he loved it. She could not believe he was saying another thing now.

"It is too short, are you a pervert?" Mark glared at her.

"What?" Georgia looked at the cloth, the gown stopped a little above her knee.

"If I instruct you not to wear something, as your husband, you should listen to me" he growled.

Just like he stopped her from having friends!

"Can we quit this early in the morning? I have an appointment with a patient today, it is almost time that I meet her" Georgia sighed in frustration.

"If you knew that, you should not have asked me to access your dress for you. What is more important? Me or you work?" Mark questioned.

Was that what he was thinking? She would be selfish to leave without doing as he had instructed, Georgia gave a rueful smile.

"I almost forgot, I am sorry" deep down, Georgia was hoping they would stop the drama and she would get to work fast.

"I am angry already. Go wear another cloth" Mark continued knotting his tie, his back turned to Georgia.

"Can you help me choose? I had a hard time selecting this one. We might as well save each other the stress of wasting time" Georgia bite her lower lip, that was almost out of bounds.

In reply, Mark shot her an angry look before turning his back to her again.

After a long search for a cloth that seemed good in her wardrobe, Georgia finally found a long jacket over her gown.

"How about this?" Mark crossed his legs and was busy pressing his phone when Georgia came back to the sitting room.

"Too short and body revealing. Don't you know how old you are? You are supposed to know all these clothes don't suit you. You are some years over thirty for crying out loud!" Mark banged his fist on the table, dropped his phone and stood up. He walked inside, brushing past Georgia.

He threw her a long gown after spending a long time in the room, all through the time, Georgia was checking the time.

"Wear that, and be fast with it" he resumed his seat and continued pressing his phone.

"This seems to be too long," Georgia complained, quickly smiling to stop Mark from shouting at her again.

Mark accessed her when she was done wearing the gown, he pointed to her heels.

"Only young women wear this, I hate women who wear it" he took off the heel shoes for her and threw it across the room.

"What am I supposed to wear then?" Georgia stared at him, wishing she could give him a hard knock in the head.

He shook his head slightly, his brown hair made Georgia dizzy as she noticed it. She could feel her cheek burning under his gaze. She hopes he doesn't notice it.

"I don't know, but as of today, as long as you remain my wife, you are not allowed to wear heels, I had a bad experience with women who wear it". Was he finally going to tell her about the women in his past? The thought warmed Georgia's heart. She had always wanted to know about them.

"So?" She asked eagerly.

"So, get rid of all the heel shoes you have." Disappointed, Georgia realized that was all he would say.

"I will," she smiled sheepishly.

"And, what is this?" Mark touched her face.

"Where? My makeup?" She glanced at him, whatever he was thinking, she was not sure.

"If you like it, I can use it everyday" she faked a smile.

"Get it off" Mark grabbed a tissue paper from his pocket and wiped a bit of it.