Sarah
Matthew nods and grabs his keys from the counter.
"Let's go then. Before you pass out on the way to the car," he mutters.
I don't even bother rolling my eyes. I'm too busy trying to hide the stupid smile tugging at my lips.
He's coming with me. And I know it's a small thing, but with Matthew, even the smallest things feel like victories.
The dress boutique is tucked away on a quiet street, the kind of place that smells faintly of lavender and luxury. The moment we walk in, a woman with perfectly styled hair and an overly bright smile greets us.
"Welcome! Looking for something special today?"
I nod. "An evening gown—for my parents' anniversary party."
"And a suit for him," I add, nudging Matthew.
He grimaces like I've sentenced him to death by shopping.
The woman beams. "Perfect. I'll have a few gowns brought to the fitting room for you, and I'll show your husband to our tailored suit section."
Husband.
