She felt quite ashamed, walking into the locksmith’s establishment after everything she wrongly had to put him through. Regina was always overprotective, of her own life, of her son’s life, she hardly let anyone else in. But this man, their local locksmith, was nothing but thoughtful and kind to her, and somehow, Regina only just realized how ignorant she’d been over all the signs before. This man was right there for her, and it pained her to admit she denied it from herself for far too long for no apparent reason.
But no more.
Wearing a plain V-neckline shirt with a vest, a pair of straight leg trousers and flat shoes, nothing like the figure of authority she always presented to the world, Regina watched the man inside his workshop for a few moments before she opened the door and walked inside. She wasn’t there as the Mayor, or to give him commands and make any rude comments. Regina was here today as a woman, one who was very much into this man, and she was going to make it known. It was simple as that.
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