“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!”

Cherise retorted, “Sis, you never wear

“Right.”

but not for

I want it!

forget everything else I

helplessly. “Alright, I’ll buy them

a screenshot of the list and forwarded it to Lennon. “Your

left

“Fine, I’ll get them.”

words.

phone in her hands,

sight of his wife giggling like a silly kid over her

1/3

glimpsed at the phone,

have no clue about the stuff she’d

for years; surely

smiled faintly.

up the

Lennon sent him

me a favor at your

Cherise was speechless.

and replied in a voice message. “Lennon Belcourt, can you

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

has

“He knows…”

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