Chapter 87 A Dozen Months

• It was close to lunchtime when Paul returned. He walked in and immediately headed to the bathroom without uttering a single word. Emerging with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets still glistening on his skin, he stood in the centre of the room.
• ‘You need to change,” he joyfully announced, startling me with his excessively elated demeanour, particularly given his prior avoidance of me. “Where are we going?” I inquired with curiosity.
• “Uhm, for lunch,” he answered, tilting his head. I followed him to the walk-in closet and leisurely began searching for an outfit. “I’m not sure what to wear,” I complained, as if I weren't quite up to the challenge.