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~Aoife~

It’s a beautiful evening, and I’m dressed in a solid V-neck short maroon dress that falls just above my knees. The dress hugs my curves, accentuating my figure, and the color complements my flawless skin. I’ve applied a touch of makeup to enhance my cheeks and my deep oceanic blue eyes.

As I stand in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on my lipstick, my son Alex enters the room. He looks at me with curiosity and asks, “Mommy, are you going out?”

“Yes, baby,” I reply with a smile. “I’m going out for dinner with my boss.”

Just as I finish speaking, the doorbell rings, and Alex eagerly runs to open the door. A handsome man stands there, holding a bouquet and a box of chocolates.

He smiles warmly at Alex and introduces himself, saying, “Hello, I’m Brandon Arix. Is your mom inside?”

Alex, ever the protective little detective, scrutinizes him and asks, “How do you know my mom?” He raises an eyebrow, not allowing Brandon to enter the house just yet.

“I am her boss.”

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