MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth strolled into the living room, spotting Miguel reclining casually on the couch with his phone in hand. She adjusted the strap of her handbag as his gaze lifted to meet hers.
“Why are you all dressed up?” Miguel asked, his brow arching in mild curiosity. “Where are you going?”
Elizabeth smiled, smoothing her skirt. “To the salon. I need to get my hair and nails done.”
Miguel set his phone aside, giving her his full attention. “Need anything?"
She chuckled, touched by his offer. “That’s sweet of you, but I’ve already got it covered. Thank you, though.”
Miguel nodded, leaning back against the cushions. "Let me pay. Send me the bill,” he said.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes playfully. “You don’t have to do that, Miguel.”
“I want to,” he insisted, his tone leaving
