Abby
Karl’s raised eyebrow tells me that my suggestion has taken him by surprise.
“A masquerade party?” he asks, his voice filled with skepticism. “I don’t know, Abby. That’s a strange request, at least for a holiday party.”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. The memory of our first Christmas party together as a married couple is still floating through my mind, and it’s filled my heart with a warmth that I’m not sure if I want to express for the sake of coming across as too much of a softie.
“I just figure it could be a way for me to go without raising too many eyebrows,” I say with a shrug.
Karl looks at me for a few moments, and I can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“It’s just… with the election announcement coming up, I’m not so sure,” he says as he leans back
