of the fitting room, Simon smiled.
“That one.”
“You haven’t even seen the others.”
“Don’t care.”
I turned toward the mirror.
Simon appeared behind me in the reflection.
“You comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re done.”
I bought it.
What I didn’t know was that Simon made a phone call later that afternoon.
The anniversary dinner was being held at an expensive restaurant outside the city.
It had a private dining room bigger than the apartment Simon and I first shared.
Clara loved events like that.
And Clara especially loved rules.
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