Returning home one night, a month or so after our marriage, the lights in the apartment were dimmed, the aromas of Anita's cooking filled the apartmen...; the dining table was set as if for important guests. A bottle of wine was in an ice bucket standing by the table. The light in the kitchen flicked off as Anita entered the dining room."Did you have a good day darling?"I froze. Panic gripped me. This must be an important day and I've forgotten it. It's not her birthday and it's not mine and. I just hoped that Henry could take it in the same manner.We required a larger table to seat everyone and I seemed to occupy the central seat. Allison and Patricia sat on either side of me, with Shani and Anh sitting on either side of them. Cate sat beside my parents on the far side. Natalie was having a tough time maintaining a professional decorum as she kept trying to keep up with all the quiet gossip running around the table about last night's and this morning's events, though everyone was. All of the next day, John was preoccupied with the notion of the masquerade party, and the look on his wife’s face after she’d retold the story. He wanted to see her that excited again. Selfishly he knew when she was that excited he always benefited. So, he decided he was booking a trip to London.The next two weeks went by very fast. So many things to finalize to prepare for the trip. He called a travel agent and was able to book a flight and hotel. Luckily for them, they both had their. The company was always going through supplies, a few extra here and there would just be written off as standard losses. I was worried for her—it wouldn't do for both of us to be unemployed—but I loved her taking the risk and getting back at the company.She may not be the most beautiful woman, or the skinniest, but that would change if I cracked the formula. I would love her anyways, but having a gorgeous, sexy woman would be just the icing on the cake that was my wife and best friend.I grabbed.