Once they were done washing each other and taking bath in the grand bath, Calhoun wrapped Madeline in a thick towel before helping her out of the water. Wearing fresh clothes, Madeline sat on the dressing table, brushing her hair as they had to go down and meet the rest of the people to have supper.
She saw Calhoun wearing his shirt, and she stepped forward, in front of him and placed her hand on his.
"Let me do it," she said in a soft voice and his hand fell to his sides. "In the past, before things changed, I always wanted to do things for my husband."
"And what is that?" he questioned. With her eyes on the button, Madeline's hands started to button his shirt from the middle.
"I knew I would not end up marrying a Duke or a man who belonged to the high status. My dreams were simple, Cal," said Madeline.
