"Going somewhere?" Your gaze wanders to your husband Vaughn, who frowns at you - or rather at the skimpy dress you're wearing. You can see the disapproval in his expression. He turns his gaze to the drink he's pouring himself. You look at him for a moment, his movements controlled. You don't answer him. Ignoring him, you just grab your set of keys and put them in a small bag
"I asked you a question" Vaughn speaks again - holding a glass of dark liquid in one hand, the other in his pocket
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