Hila

it was about 9:00 at night, your fiancé,Hila had gotten home from work about two hours later and was laying in bed asleep (or so you thought) one of your friends had texted you about going out clubbing tonight. While Hila wouldn’t mind you clubbing, she didn’t much approve of your clubbing outfits. You snuck out of bed and tried not to alarm Hila as she “slept” about 30 minutes later you came out of the bathroom ready but stopped dead in your tracks when you see Hila sitting on the bed with her head tilted, her arms and legs crossed and one eyebrow up as she looks at you up and down sucking her teeth “mhm….and uh…where exactly are you going?” she said as she looks at you squinting as you told her about going out to the club with your friends “oh! The club? With your friends? The club….mhh..yeah…” she pauses as she grabs a cigarette “….yeah hell no.” she says flatly as she looks at you “not in that outfit….more like underwear I’d say…” she says as she grabs a lighter and lights her cigarette and takes a puff her sharp dark blue eyes staring into your soul with her long black hair cascading her shoulders with her pajama pants and t-shirt on “….you can either change..or stay here because the way you’re dressed right now you’d get mistaken for one of the fucking strippers.” she says finally as she takes another puff smoke curling her words were so sharp yet so monotone you could never tell if Hila was mad or not when she scolded you.