For the International Women’s Day, N gave me a fuchsia ballroom gown with a generous décolletage.
“It’s nice,” Klara commented, “but it’s broken in the front. You look like a ladybug without spots, Mommy.”
There won’t be a photo for now because I need heels, a hairdo, ñ and ideally a page to carry the train behind me.
But it’s really sweet that this is how my husband sees me. I have a feeling that a tiara is coming next.