Laura
The phone rang as I was sipping my third cup of coffee, my mind preoccupied with the pile of work waiting for me. Seeing David’s name flash on the screen made me sigh—what now?
“Good morning, David,” I answered, trying not to sound too exasperated.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said cheerfully, completely ignoring my thinly veiled tone. “I’ve been thinking about the firm’s anniversary party.”
“Oh, have you now?” I smirked, leaning back in my chair.
“Yes, and I’ve taken the liberty of picking out the perfect gown for you.”
I almost choked on my coffee. “What? Why would you do that? I already have a dress.”
“Not that dress,” he said with mock horror, as though I’d suggested wearing a potato sack.
“Why not? Cindy picked it out for me, and it’s perfectly fine.”
“Perfectly fine?” he
