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Patricia smiled awkwardly.
“Your husband hired us to create a collection of custom-made dresses for you. We were hoping to finish them before you found out.”
I looked at the mannequins, then back at Wesley.
“Dresses? For me?”
He nodded sheepishly and gestured toward the unfinished cabinets.
There was no affair.
“And I was building you a walk-in closet.”
I stared at him, speechless.
Patricia glanced around the room, taking in the scattered tools, unfinished shelves, and sawdust covering the floor.
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“Technically, it’s more of a walk-in construction site at the moment.”
“Would you like to see?”
The women chuckled. I suddenly understood.
There was no affair.
My husband had been planning a surprise, and I’d just barged in like a jealous detective. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.
Olivia approached me and gestured toward the mannequins.
“I’ve seen this dress!”
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“Would you like to see what we’ve been working on?”
