I'm the Cannon Fodder Wife in Her Drama
I specifically hired a private chef to prepare a grand feast at home and booked an appointment at a luxury salon, planning to dress up for the anniversary celebration.
As I walked downstairs to head out, Lucille was crouching by the dining table, feeding Baxter.
When she saw me, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Sabrina, are you going out?"
"Yes, I'm going to get my hair done. Casper and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight," I replied in a flat voice and picked up my bag at the door.
Lucille froze. A flash of hurt crossed her eyes, and her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.