Primrose stood still in front of the vanity mirror. She heaved a sigh as her eyes shifted to the paper bag that contained her present for Sander. It had been an hour since they went home after the birthday dinner she prepared at the Mortel residence. She intended to give it to the birthday boy during the celebration, but a sense of embarrassment obviously won over her.
After seeing how the mother-and-daughter duo shop, she felt as if her present for the Mortel Malls President was too shabby in comparison to theirs. She certainly wouldn't want to spoil the event over it.
However, now that they went home and there were no expectant eyes around them, the red-haired lady was slowly getting worried about how she’d make this night memorable for her husband. Would it be too straightforward to
