Rarest Thing

“Did you freshen up?” Caspian asked Anastasia when she walked inside their bedroom for the night.

Anastasia’s hair was still somewhat wet even though Tilla had done her best to dry it with the towel. She gave a nod to her husband and replied, “Yes, I did. Aren’t you going to freshen up as well?”

Since the bathroom was occupied by his wife, Caspian was still in the same clothes that he had worn during the day for the travel. “Yes, I am going to do that now.”

“Mhmm…” Anastasia stood in front of the dressing table and checked herself in the mirror. Something had gotten inside her eyes, and she was trying to get it out. But her hair kept on falling in front of her eyes and was making it difficult for her to see her reflection clearly.