I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me. I was wearing a dark green halter dress that was backless, so my entire back was on display. I braided my hair and put on a bit of makeup. I looked okay—I hoped I looked good enough for Triton, who asked me on a date, which is why I dressed like this. When was the last time I went on a date? I honestly couldn’t remember because of how busy my husband and I had been. I was always just at home, doing what a wife does and selling online.
Triton had just arrived earlier and told me to get dressed while he took a shower and got ready for our date. I didn’t even know where we were going—he just told me to wear a dress. I looked toward the door when someone knocked, and when I opened it, my father-in-law greeted me, already dressed and
