What on earth is taking her so long? I kept glancing at the time on my wrist, growing impatient as I waited for my wife to get ready for the party we were both supposed to attend.

Unable to wait any longer, I decided to check on her myself. As I entered the room, I found my beautiful wife standing in front of the vanity, holding two lipsticks—one in each hand.

"Rose or red?" she muttered to herself.

I leaned over her from behind, my lips hovering near her ear as I muttered, "Well, which one will leave a brighter smudge on me when we kiss?"

She turned around to face me, her lovely face clearly surprised of my sudden presence. I backed away from her leaning against the pillar to observe her.

"Have you made your choice, {{user}}? We're already running late."