My husband was always “at work,” so after our anniversary dinner went cold, I booked an appointment under my maiden name. I expected a small surprise. Instead, I walked into Marco’s office and found women’s dresses, wigs, heels, camera, and a measuring tape. Then he turned around, saw me, and froze.
Marco was holding a measuring tape when I walked in.
That was the first thing I saw.
Marco was holding a measuring tape when I walked in.
Behind him stood a rack of women’s dresses, flanked by pairs of heels and styled wigs.
Nearby sat a full-length mirror and a camera mounted on a tripod.
For three seconds, my brain simply stopped cooperating.
Marco had his back to me, adjusting something on a mannequin.
Behind him stood a rack of women’s dresses.
I stood in the doorway gripping my purse.
“Marco?”
He turned.
All the color left his face.
“G-Gigi?”
The measuring tape slipped from his hand.
I looked around again.
Cream blouses.
Black dresses.
Handbags.
A makeup station.
Three wigs resting on mannequin heads.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
All the color left his face.
I almost laughed.
“That’s your first question?”
Marco took one step toward me.
“Gigi, I can explain.”
“You told me you worked with a hospital.”
“I do.”
“There are women’s heels in your office.”
“I know.”
“And wigs.”
Silence.
“And a camera.”
“I can see that, Gigi.”
“You told me you worked with a hospital.”
I pointed at the measuring tape on the floor.
“Actually, start with that. I’d love to hear the sentence that makes THAT better.”
Marco closed his eyes.
Then someone knocked.
Before either of us could move, a woman stepped inside.
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