"Mom, are you going to get married?"
David's wide eyes were still focused on the wedding dress spread out on the table. Rachel's heart filled with worry.
She faked a shaky laugh, quickly putting the expensive material back in its box. "No, honey. It's not mine. I am just holding it for someone."
David tilted his head, not convinced, but he didn't ask more questions. He just shrugged and went slowly toward his room, saying something about schoolwork.
Rachel sighed, her hands shaking as she folded the dress back into the box. She closed it up tightly, almost angrily, like she was shutting away not just the dress but the disloyal thoughts it had made her feel.
The next morning, she focused all her attention on work. The box stayed in her bedroom closet, hidden, but the picture of it stayed in her mind like a shadow.
Around lunchtime, her assistant came in with a wide smile.
One that she usually had, whenever she was to go on a date or whenever the company had a success.
