“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, you never wear

“Right.”

but not for

it! Consider it my

everything

Cherise acquiesced helplessly. “Alright,

a screenshot of the list and

was left with

“Fine, I’ll get them.”

words.

bed, phone in her hands, Cherise could

of his wife giggling

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

her tongue. “Anyway, I have no clue about the stuff she’d

here for years; surely he knows

faintly. “We’ll

the phone and showed her

Lennon sent him Lucy’s

me a favor at

Cherise was speechless.

voice message.

never courted

has my husband! He’s

“He knows…”

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