[ We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us. -Francois Rabelais ]
After a quick wash-up, Angela was finally able to change from a coffee-stained top into a comfortable white shift dress that stopped to her mid-thigh. It had a sequined design of a glass of red wine with a Santa hat in sparkly silver and red color. She was in a festive mood, and she thought it was a cute outfit paired with brown over-the-knee boots to complete the look. Checking herself out in the mirror, a small smile ghosted her lips. It was good to be home. To top it all off, Gael was here—he was literally right next door.
Just as she thought of him, her phone beeped from the dresser, and she read the message.
[ Gael: ]
