I was just about to drive back to the boutique when I got a call from my sister, Lola Graham."What? The new trainee, Kayla Larson, claims she's the shop owner's wife?"I laughed and shook my head. "Didn't you tell her you're my sister?"Before she could answer, a loud slap sounded through the speaker. Lola's scream followed.I realized something was wrong and shouted her name into the phone. But all I could hear was Kayla yelling, "This store belongs to my husband! Don't you think I'd know if he had a sister?""Miss, let me be honest with you. You've hit a brick wall today," the store manager chimed in with a mocking laugh. "This store belongs to Mr. Carter, and the woman in front of you is his wife! If you didn't want to pay, at least come up with a better excuse."Their arrogant voices unsettled me.Just a week earlier, my husband, who had never involved himself in my boutique business, suddenly asked me for a favor on our wedding anniversary."One of my neighbor's daughters
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