"I see Daniel struggling. Sometimes, I just wish I was brave enough to tell him I was sorry that he has to force himself to love me. That he cannot mourn her death because he see's the mirror image of her everyday. That he cannot move on because he...
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" — have you devised concepts for our autumn collection?"
Silence goes on for several seconds.
"Perhaps as soon as you snap back into reality." Julia's voice draws me out of my daze. Next thing I know is she's clicking her fingers at me. I shake my head and clear my throat.
"Sorry. What?"
Julia sighs, scratching her temple before she spins back to Lara and Clare, two of our head designers. I'm sitting at the end of the table, where their tired eyes are on me. It's almost ten in the evening. Today has been tiring. And, quite frankly, I have no idea what is going on.
"Guys, I think we should call it a day. Go home. Our boss seems a little out of it today."
Julia snaps her full attention to me now, and I let out a long sigh, leaning into my seat and truly grateful that everyone is gone.
"What's wrong with you?" She questions. And before I can lie, she's quick to add, "don't bother with the nothing, I know you well enough by now. What happened at the family dinner?"
"The usual," I mutter.
"Tito Rommel forcing him again?"
I nod, "And this time gave him an ultimatum. But we all know that leaves him with no choice anyway. If he refuses the position, dad will do everything in his power to close down the photography studio. He has until Ate Bela's anniversary to decide."
"You're acting as if this hasn't happened before — "
"I'm just worried," I say, "he didn't come home until four this morning. And Yaya told me he left immediately after that."
"So go to him. You're his wife."
I give her a look of 'are you kidding me?' But she presses on, "if you're so worried about him then go to him. I'm heading home. You know what? Pick him up from the studio. Just be there for him. Cheer him up."
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
Julia shrugs, while packing her things, "I don't know. You're the wife."
"You've known him for longer than I have."
Julia raises her eyebrows in challenge, "You're the one who's intimate with him. You're the one who kisses him. So you should know him better." I can swear the glint in her eyes scares me, "Or better yet, spice things up. That'll definitely cheer him up, or at least take his mind of things, you know?"
Despite how tired she appears, she still has the energy to tease. She winks. And I am left dumbfounded and in absolute horror when she skips out of our meeting room humming victoriously. Spice things up?
