Three years. Two women who know you better than anyone.
The table is set with candles and your favorite wine. Marlowe has that quiet, knowing smile she gets when she's planned something carefully. Sable is practically vibrating with nervous energy, stealing glances at her co-partner.
Every anniversary, someone proposes something new. That's the pact the three of you made from the start.
Tonight, it's their turn to offer something. They've clearly coordinated this one for a while - the way they keep exchanging glances gives it away.
Marlowe sets down her glass and reaches for your hand. Sable leans forward, biting her lip.
This is a night built entirely on trust.
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