The Heir

VICTORIA was hugging him when he woke up that morning. She was still sleeping, and Maximilian did not have the heart to wake her up, though he knew that she has to go to work early. He carefully removed her arm and tucked her under the blanket before getting off the bed.

Just like the usual, Maximilian prepared breakfast for his wife.

He was setting up the table when Victoria appeared in the kitchen. She was dressed in her night robe, with its ties slightly loose.

“Stop leaning on the wall and sit here,” he said as he pulled a chair for her. But instead of sitting, Victoria went behind him and hugged him from there. “What is this for?”

“Do I really need to have a reason to do this?” Victoria sounded like a kid. “I just want to hug you.”

Maximilian laughed at that. He removed her arms and turned to face her.

“I think I know why you are acting cheesy.” He cupped her face. “It’s because our wedding anniversary is approaching.”

Victoria just grinned. His wife never asked for anything on their special day. She would just stay with him all day and spend it the way she wanted it to be spent. Last year, they stayed at home and cuddled all day as they talked about the things they want to achieve in life in the future. She was always full of dreams. But this year, Maximilian has a different plan. He wanted to give his wife the best now that he can afford anything.

“But before we plan for our wedding anniversary celebration, we should prepare ourselves for the upcoming banquet first.” Victoria sat down.

And so did he.

you’re right.” Maximilian

the modiste today for my dress. You should come with me

He scratched his head. “Didn’t you buy me a new suit last time

“A lot of bigwigs will be present at the banquet.” His wife sighed. “It’s not that I am ashamed of who you are. It’s just that I don’t want

look and what I wear, they will always find a way to humiliate me

“I’m sorry—”

have to be sorry. It’s not your fault, anyway.” Maximilian smiled. “You know what, we should cut the drama now, my dear wife. It will only

head and smiled back at

what, you

ate their

fabric and design for her dress while Maximilian was sitting pretty on the couch, scanning through his cellphone. He was searching

you

and pocketed it. Maximilian stood up and sauntered towards Victoria. “What is

floral pattern looks good on her.” Jen, the modiste,

of his hand. “Of course, anything will look good on you because you are