The business dinner was supposed to be simple.
That’s what Atticus kept telling himself as he adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror that evening. The dark navy suit he wore was sharp, tailored to perfection, every line precise just like the image he had built for himself over the years.
Yet tonight, the reflection staring back at him looked unsettled.
Because this wasn’t just another corporate appearance.
He had asked Sheila to come with him.
And he still didn’t know if she would say yes.
Across the city, Sheila stood in front of her closet, staring at rows of clothes she suddenly hated. Dresses that once made her feel confident now felt like costumes she wasn’t sure how to wear.
Her phone lay on her bed, the message from Atticus still glowing on the screen.
Dinner starts a
