HOW IT BEGAN
on my wedding day , i got dresses in full red silk skirt and a black jacket to hide my ten - week pregnant figure . foe a considerable time . i hiovered in front of the mirror in the cramped bedroom of my flat , fiddling with the ie of the skirt , adjusting my makeup and wish i could wear high heels , but pregnancy made my feet hurt . i think i was trying to persuade myself of my imminent status . " mrs loyd ." . the mirror reflected my lips shaping the words - but , f course , what i saw was the distortion . what i really , truly saw in the mirror was " the second mrs lloyd ."
nathan hailed a taxi and we sailed off to the registry office . he had chosen his dark gray office suit , and had cut his hair too short , which i disliked . it made him appear unfinished , and not the worldly sophisticated man that i rated , and since he had lost weight , underfed . he did not seem particularly happy .
"you could look a little pleased ," i remarked from my side of the taxi .
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