“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!”

“Sis, you never wear

“Right.”

but

it! Consider it my alluring

everything else

“Alright, I’ll buy

of the list and forwarded it to

left

“Fine, I’ll get them.”

words.

in bed, phone in her hands, Cherise

sight of his wife giggling like

1/3

glimpsed at

out her tongue. “Anyway, I have no clue about

lived here for years;

faintly. “We’ll

that, he picked up the

later, Lennon sent him Lucy’s

a favor

Cherise was speechless.

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

was followed by Lennon’s innocent voice. “I’ve never

back. “Neither has my husband! He’s

“He knows…”

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