It’s not that she didn’t want to wear something longer, she just didn’t bring any.
She’s always been afraid of the heat, usually wearing short skirts and hot pants in the summer.
Looking at the clothes in the closet, she pouted a bit and simply grabbed a slightly longer red dress to change into, only slightly longer than the one she just wore.
After changing, she walked out of the room, and Henry Sullivan’s expression was still gloomy.
He glanced at her legs: "Is this the longest?"
"The longest one was what I wore this morning, but it got dirty and hasn’t been washed yet."
Henry Sullivan snorted and headed towards the door.
Ivy Miller trotted to catch up: "Hey, I’m not even mad, why are you mad?
I dressed up meticulously just to make you look good.
Yet I hadn’t even gone in and you made me change clothes."
"Alright, let’s just leave it at that today.
Try to stay seated when we go in, don’t make us look bad."
Ivy gritted her teeth, thinking she was embarrassing, right, well, Henry Sullivan, just wait and see.
Right before entering the cafeteria, she quickly ran a couple of steps forward and took his arm.
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"This is the military."
"It’s not my military unit, I just want to walk hand in hand with my husband.
Either you kick me out, or you take me in ."
She’s seen plenty of soldiers, they’re all over the military compound, and she hasn’t seen anyone who won’t even let you hold their arm.
Henry Sullivan was helpless, this girl was stubborn as a mule.
He moved forward, and she had a triumphant smile on her face.
As soon as they walked in, not a single soldier in the room dared to turn their heads and look recklessly.
Wesley Zenith stood up: "Tonight, Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan brought his wife to introduce to everyone.
Let’s give them a round of applause and have Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan say a few words to us."
A round of applause erupted in the cafeteria, and Henry Sullivan walked to the seat next to Wesley Zenith, with Ivy Miller holding his arm.
He surveyed the surroundings with sharp eyes, as serious as usual: "Let me introduce everyone, this is my wife, we just got our marriage certificate four months ago. She will be staying at the base for a few days, causing some trouble, so I hope everyone will take care of her."
Ivy raised her hand: "Lieut... cough, Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan, I want to say a few things too."
Henry Sullivan glared at her, she grinned, with so many people around, he wouldn’t actually do anything to her.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ivy Miller, you can all call me Ivy from now on.
During my visit here, I will try my best not to cause you any trouble, and if anyone needs my help, just come to me."
Wesley Zenith took the lead, and another round of applause echoed in the cafeteria.
"Tonight, Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan is treating everyone because it’s a happy occasion, so we specially requested permission for this. Those who can drink can have some, but don’t overdo it.
If for some reason Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan isn’t in a good mood, you might have to deal with the consequences on your own."
Henry Sullivan glanced at Wesley Zenith: "Alright, let everyone start eating."
Wesley Zenith nodded: "Everyone, please start your meal."
Henry Sullivan and Ivy Miller sat down, and Ivy Miller leaned over Henry Sullivan to ask Wesley Zenith: "Commander Zenith, aren’t there any performances?"
"Sister-in-law, what kind of performance do you want to see? We can improvise as needed.
Even though we’re all men here, we do have a pretty vibrant social life."
"Then just go ahead and do a few performances."
Henry Sullivan glared at her and whispered: "Why are you being so troublesome."
"Aren’t you the one treating tonight? Why not make it lively? Commander Zenith, in return, I’ll also perform a number for everyone later."