Mark entered the kitchen, kissed her on the top of her head, and sat down across from her.
“Did you try it on, hmm?”
“Ms. Reed said it fits perfectly.”
“That’s wonderful.” He nodded with satisfaction. “You’ll look amazing tomorrow.”
Then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he added, “Listen, I need to go see my friend Kevin this evening. He’s dropping off some documents for the deal. Probably just for about three hours. You don’t mind?”
“No, of course not,” Liv shrugged. “Go ahead.”
Mark had lunch, watched a bit of TV, then got ready and left. Liv walked him to the door, and when the lock clicked behind him, leaving her alone, she felt a peculiar sense of relief, like she could finally breathe.
She went into the bedroom and opened the closet. The dress hung there, calm and elegant. Liv reached out, running her fingers over the fabric.
What could possibly be wrong?
Maybe she just needed to look closer.
She lifted the dress from the hanger and laid it carefully on the bed. Sitting beside it, she inspected every seam, every stitch. Everything appeared flawless. Ms. Reed truly was a master of her craft. Straight seams, precise finishing, no loose threads or wrinkles anywhere.
Liv turned the dress over, examining the lining. The silk felt smooth beneath her fingers. She ran her hand along the inside and suddenly it seemed as though the fabric near the waist was slightly thicker than elsewhere.
Or was it just her imagination?
She stood, switched on the desk lamp, and held the dress closer to the light. She squinted. No, she hadn’t imagined it. Near the side seam at the waist, the lining had a small irregularity, as if something had been stitched inside.
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