âItâs Christmas. Ainât you gonna make up with me before the big day?â
They just had one of their most volatile fights and Ava hadnât even looked at her husband since. She was in their living room wrapped up in a lavender silk robe smoking a cigarette and pretending to read the newspaper. Christmas was her favorite holiday, and she didnât want to spend it angry at the person she loved most in the world. However, her pride hadnât let her do anything to fix this riff between her and Frank. âIt depends, darling.â The pet name dripped of sarcasm as she took a drag from her cigarette. âWhat are you going to do to make it up to me?â The star had been wanting a puppy for months, but it seemed to juvenile to mention it now, especially when she hardly wanted to speak to him. She had just finished refurnishing their house after the both of them all but tore it apart, and the fatigue was obvious on her bare face. Ava, as a natural beauty, never needed makeup. The only downfall was that her expressions were easier to read without it.













