Lesson learned

 

"Hey, Brian, smile and say 'cheese'!"

"Wait, Auntie! I already told you, no pictures!"

Brian’s voice was muffled by the blonde wig dangling in his face as he awkwardly adjusted the flowery apron, struggling to hold the feather duster.

"I never said no pictures," she shot back, phone in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. "And besides, it was you who decided to drive the maid home after work. Now look—car accident! And I even asked, ‘Are you sure you didn’t drink, Brian?’ What did you say?"

"It was an accident!" Brian repeated for the tenth time, staring down at the uncomfortable stockings clinging to his legs. "And you didn’t have to make me wear this!"

"This isn’t a punishment, darling. It’s a lesson," she replied with a satisfied grin. "Now get back to work. There’s dust everywhere. And please, smile. The first picture didn’t come out well."

Brian, utterly defeated, forced a smile and held the feather duster like a trophy of defeat.

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