Tony watched as Marcella gazed out of the window. Although she was dressed for the wedding, she may have been slightly overdressed for a baby shower, but he could tell that she had a good time. Gloria Butler's smile said it all.
However, since getting into the car, Marcella had been quiet. She didn't avoid his questions and answered him, but she was lost in her own thoughts. Tony tried to understand what was bothering her.
"Are you okay, Birdie?" Tony asked, placing his hand over hers.
"Huh?" Marcella looked at him, not even hearing what he said.
"Is something bothering you?" he asked.
"No, nothing. I'm fine," she replied, not even bothering to look at him.
Tony pressed his lips together firmly. He knew that when a woman said nothing was wrong, it usually meant that everything was wrong. His male instinct was to trust her words and ignore the problem, but he pulled over to the side of the road.
