The Illusion of Happiness
He smiled as he showed me a yellowed photo album, asking, "Check out these dresses. See anything you like?"
I frowned as I saw that the designs were all ancient.
Before I could ask for newer designs, Sean's phone rang, cutting me short.
He answered it, asking loudly, "The investment's not enough? Well, I'll try to make up for it, but I don't have much money either."
I pursed my lips, picking the cheapest dress and giving him a look.
I expected that he would tell me to pick something better, only for him to nod without hesitation. "Sure, let's go with that—it suits you. Let's take the photo soon too, or it'd look bad if you have to wear it heavily pregnant."