Part 2Respect to My Brother-in-Law

Lately, I’d noticed Mackenzie was becoming even more beautiful.

Being poor, I couldn't tell designer brands from department store knock-offs. But I knew her clothes, her shoes—they all looked better, tailored to fit her perfectly.

Her skin glowed. She looked like she did back in our freshman year of college.

Mackenzie has always been the perfect woman: gentle and sweet by day, insatiable and alluring by night.

Seeing her blossom like this, I finally felt like I was seeing a rose in its proper garden, not wilting in a forgotten pot.