Carol was deep into her makeup routine when she noticed Mark behind her in the mirror. He smiled when he caught her eye.
“Gilding the roses, I see.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, mister, and the phrase is lilies, not roses.”
Mark’s smile widened. “But roses are so much more beautiful, like you, sweetie, and so need that gold edge even less.”
“Have you made the reservations?”
“Chez One-Months-Paycheck? Yes.”
“Go get your suit on. We need to go soon.”
Mark grumbled as he left the bathroom.
“Don’t blame me,” Carol said. “I wasn’t the one who forgot our anniversary.”
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