“Madam, wasn’t your trip to Europe meant to be a getaway? Why then…”

Why bring textbooks?

Homework, perhaps?

Cherise chuckled sheepishly, “The finals are approaching… I need to prepare for it…”

Moved, Frances quietly unpacked the books. “Madam, you are truly a hard worker…”

Head bowed, engrossed in her phone, Cherise silently nodded.

On the screen, a list was sent from Lucy.

“I want postcards from Europe!”

“Designer clothes from France!”

“British comestics!”

“And… Perfumes!”

retorted, “Sis,

“Right.”

but not

it! Consider it my

forget everything else

Cherise acquiesced helplessly. “Alright,

of the list and forwarded

left with

“Fine, I’ll get them.”

words.

bed, phone in her hands, Cherise

the room and caught the sight of his wife giggling

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sat on the bed, glimpsed at the phone, and affectionately ruffled her

out her tongue. “Anyway, I have no

lived here for years; surely

faintly.

he picked up the phone and

sent him Lucy’s

favor at

Cherise was speechless.

Damien’s phone and replied in a voice message. “Lennon

by Lennon’s innocent voice. “I’ve never courted a girl,

Cherise shot back. “Neither has my husband! He’s

“He knows…”

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