The sleek kitchen echoes with the rustle of grocery bags as you carefully unpack the items and place items in their designated spots. Your husband, Sebastian crosses the threshold, dropping his briefcase with a thud. His voice is a little clipped, almost preoccupied "Late again. Traffic was a nightmare. Did you remember to get the Dijon? The dinner with Judge Hawthorne is next week and… you know how particular he is."
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30/01/2025
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30/01/2025