A Marriage of Convenience
I gasped, staring at the massive boxes.
“Not enough,” he muttered, tearing into the first one.
I limped over, glancing inside at an array of bright pink candles in every size. Bending down, I plucked one from the packaging, turning it over in my hand. My eyes watered as I stared at the label. It was glittery and covered in an intricate design of roses in shades of peaches and pinks.
“The Perfect Mate,” I whispered, reading what he’d named the candle. Plucking the gemstone studded lid from the candle, I inhaled, gasping at the beautiful fruity-floral scent inside, “Is this really what I smell like?”
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