Through the living room’s tall windows the afternoon sun reached the golden edges of the curtains.
Although everything appeared to be serene and ideal there was a heavy silence between Bridget and Carson.
She was adjusting her earrings by the mirror while he sat on the couch and gazed at the stack of bills on the glass table.
In a tight but low voice Carson questioned “You spent this much on one dress?”
“Carson, it's not just a dress.” She explained, “It is for the engagement dinner.”
He read the numbers again after lifting one of the receipts.
“Bridget, five thousand dollars. For a single evening” he stated.
“You make it seem like I'm wasting money.” she muttered
“That’s because you are,” he said.
With a sudden turn her eyes flashed.
“You’re being dramatic.” she said
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