“This is my wife, Winnie.” Paul kisses the petite woman’s shoulder. She turns her full attention to me, and finally, I can see it. The reason Paul decided she was worth more than a night between the sheets. She is, objectively speaking, radiant. Her skin is rich and glowing, her eyes bright and curious, her smile infectious and reassuring. She is the kind of woman people say lights up the room. Grace, by contrast, is the kind of woman who makes the temperature drop to arctic level anywhere she enters. My heart included.
