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I had to say, I wasn't exactly excited to having to go over to Bill's high school reunion. It's not that I didn't want to give my husband some company - because I always did. It was just a bit...dumb, or at least his reasoning behind going. Bill was the kind of teenager who was an utter outcast, from what he's told me, and wanted me to go simply to help him 'show off' the fact that he made quite a name for himself in business and wanted to show everyone how he was married to accomplished model.
I say accomplished model here very seriously, seeing how I was on every recent swimsuit magazine. Bill was very resistant to this, given how conservative he is over the sanctity of marriage. I'm not sure how we even began dating, given how strongly he felt about me wearing thongs and the like. Oh well, he was a sweet guy.
In any case, I found myself at the reunion later, on a crisp July evening. Of course, I wasn't dressed in swimwear or anything of the sorts - I was in a perfectly fitting, black cocktail dress with high heels. My husband in his suit, eagerly greeting people he's met way back in the day. With my arm intertwined in his, I wondered how I'd get through all of this. Not a single person that I knew, and I was merely here as his trophy.