Sitting at the dining table to eat only made Leila realize breakfast with her husband was one of the best parts of her day. She took a few bites before clearing the table. Her appetite was gone, and she needed to be at the office. She returned to the room to grab her things, opening the last drawer of their closet to search for the pantyhose. She couldn’t recall where she kept it, but it had to be here.
A wrapped gift rolled to the end of the drawer. She raised it up, her fingers dragging around the edges. It wasn’t hers. Had it always been here?
On her feet, pantyhose forgotten, she placed the gift on the corner table. Maybe it was Kelvin’s, but who was he planning to give it to? Was he allowed to gift other women now that they were married? Wait, who told her it was for a lady?
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