2.5: pretense love
"I..."
She looked down at her plate.
She was against lying to
her husband,
but
she didn't want him to know
about the love letters,
her secret admirer,
and
where she got
the violets from.
She resumed eating.
Calming herself.
Trying to control her nervousness.
Then,
she simply replied,
"I bought them
at the flower shop.
Down a few blocks away."
"Hmm..
I see."
Her dark brown eyes
looked at him.
The tip of his lips were curved up
into...
A small smile.
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