The morning sun streamed through the large windows of David’s bedroom.
Judy was already awake, dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, brushing her hair slowly. She felt nervous. Today, David said he wanted to choose a dress for her. For the company meeting. She wasn’t sure what to expect.
Her heart beat faster at the thought.
A soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” she called softly.
David entered calmly, holding a dark-colored dress on a hanger. It looked simple, yet elegant. His eyes met hers, and for a brief second, something unspoken passed between them.
“This is the dress I chose for you,” he said quietly. “I thought it would look perfect.”
Judy walked closer, her hands trembling slightly. She took the dress from him, feeling the soft fabric slip through her fing
