Larissa's POV
After two hours of steady drinks and endless laughter, Jenica and Rosemary gathered their belongings with reluctant sighs.
"Tomorrow's board meeting starts at seven," Jenica announced, clutching her designer handbag. "Not all of us get to disappear on exotic honeymoons for weeks."
"Don't remind me," Rosemary groaned, though her tone held affection. "I haven't seen a weekend in forever."
They wrapped me in warm hugs, extracting promises for another girls' night soon, before disappearing into the bustling evening crowd. The sudden quiet left Denise and me alone at our corner table, the ambient noise of the bar creating an intimate bubble around us.
"Alright," Denise said, swirling the remnants of her cosmopolitan. "Now that the peanut gallery is gone, give me the real story. How's this whole wife thing working out for you?"
I found myself fidgeting with my wine glass, watching the burgundy liquid catch the dim light. "It's not what I imagined it would be."
