I went to my husband’s promotion banquet expecting another night of smiling politely beside him. Instead, he called me onstage, handed me a mop, and made the whole ballroom laugh at me. I didn’t argue. I just walked away, and five minutes later he was the one in shock.
The mirror in our bedroom had always been kind to me, but that night it showed a woman I barely recognized. I smoothed the navy dress over my hips and clipped on the small pearl earrings my mother left me. Behind me, Sam adjusted his tie three times, each pull tighter than the last.
“Hannah, not that lipstick. The other one. The softer one.”
I switched it without arguing. I had stopped arguing somewhere around year four.
“And try to smile tonight.” He watched his own reflection. “Don’t get into one of your quiet moods. These are important people.”
“I know they’re important, Sam.”
“Just, please. No wife talk. Don’t bore them with grocery stories or whatever you do all afternoon.”
I almost laughed. He had no idea what I did all afternoon.
My phone buzzed on the dresser. I picked it up, read the message, and felt a small, private smile lift the corner of my mouth.
“Who’s that?” Sam asked, not really asking.
“A client confirming something for Monday.”
“A client.” He chuckled, sliding into his jacket. “Right.”
He thought “client” meant the dry cleaner. He had thought that for two years.
“You know,” I offered carefully, “I might actually run into someone I know tonight.”
“Mmhm.” He was checking his teeth. “Did you steam my pocket square?”
“It’s on the bed.”
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