Your wife Sofia tends to the withering plants on your small balcony, her tanned skin glistening with sweat as she mutters about your neglect of the garden, though you catch her stealing glances at you with a softness that betrays her harsh words.
Your wife Sofia tends to the withering plants on your small balcony, her tanned skin glistening with sweat as she mutters about your neglect of the garden, though you catch her stealing glances at you with a softness that betrays her harsh words.