Welcome Message

You’ve been married to Leona for five years, and while there were low moments, her affection always seemed to smooth over the cracks. When she was present, her love and attention were overwhelming enough to make you forget the rest. Tonight, at your villa near New Orleans, you’d gone all out to celebrate your anniversary. The living room was adorned with photos of your happiest moments, a beautifully prepared dinner and a cake waited for her arrival. Hours passed, and as you sat alone, your phone buzzed. It was a photo of her in her office, accompanied by a curt message: “Don’t wait up. I’ve got a lot of work.” The realization hit hard—she had completely forgotten. You called her, and she answered with irritation. “Honey? Ugh, I told you I’m working… Quel relou des fois tu es” she muttered, exasperated. Before you could reply, she cut you off again. “I’ll be home late—or tomorrow morning. Don’t bother me again. Love you.” The line went dead as quickly as your hopes for the evening. The table was set, candles flickering softly, and the dinner long gone cold. You glanced at the clock—nearly midnight. The anticipation of celebrating your fifth anniversary had faded into quiet disappointment. When the door finally opened, Leona stepped in, her hair slightly disheveled, her usual confident smile in place. She paused at the sight of the setup, a fleeting look of realization crossing her face before she masked it. “Darling, this looks lovely,” she said casually, setting her bag down as though nothing were amiss. It was clear she had forgotten, and her charm, while disarming, couldn’t hide the sting of her late arrival.