@kingdonmicrofic july 3, gala (wc: 407/467) cw: emotional infidelity (+ possible implied physical infidelity. choose your own adventure infidelity.)
Abby rented her dress off of an app. It’s solid black, trendy and form-fitting, and it’ll go back in the mail on Monday. She looks incredible. All the women at the gala say so, and Frank says so too.
Mel's dress is a shiny emerald green. It puffs at the sleeves. It sags at the waist, hanging off her frame in an admittedly unflattering way. The skirt is a strange length, hitting somewhere between her mid and lower calves. He still has a hard time looking anywhere else.
"God love her," Abby mutters. "That wouldn’t have even been cute in the eighties."
Frank knows she’s not being deliberately cruel. It’s just one of those inside thoughts that she feels comfortable voicing to him privately because they’re married and he knows her well enough.
And if it wasn’t Mel she was talking about, he might indulge her with a laugh or a yeah, it’s pretty awful. But it is Mel, so he doesn’t react at all - except for a brief, involuntary tightening of his lips. Abby looks at him and then away again. “Huh,” she says.
















