I looked at Julie, taking in the sadness that clouded her eyes. Leaning in, I pressed my lips gently against hers, savoring the softness and familiarity. "Don't worry, wife," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. "You don't have to say sorry. We'll think of something else, okay?"
I could see the disappointment etched on her face, the weight of her perceived failure heavy on her shoulders. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace, feeling her body relax slightly against mine.
Julie looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and guilt. "She will be coming to our house for dinner tonight," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I screwed up things for you. I'm really sad that I didn't do what you asked me to." Her voice was laced with remorse, the words spilling out as if they had been weighing on her for hours.
