"Penelope, today marks our 100th day together. This morning, I went to the florist myself and picked out this bouquet of red roses — eleven stems, symbolizing my complete devotion to you. Do you like them?"
Penelope looked at the elegant man before her and smiled with satisfaction.
"Of course I like them. Raymond, I like whatever you give me."
"We're getting older," Raymond continued. "Seeing our children succeed in their work is what matters. The better they do, the more it benefits us. Have you seen that new luxury apartment complex across the street? Once my son returns, I'll have him buy us a unit there for our retirement. What do you think?"
"Alright, that works. But when you're out, don't get too close to me. We don't want people gossiping. But, Raymond… your son's so good at investing in the stock market. He must make a lot of money, right?"
A flicker of something unreadable crossed Raymond's eyes, but he nodded with a smile.
