Wife Material

Dali’s eyes fell on the cup of coffee that Elle had left behind. Bringing it to her face, she cringed. “The fuck. Elle won’t change from her bad habit, would she? She still likes her coffee this way.”

“Who knows? She yelled at my secretary for putting too much cream,” Anna replied.

“Not when she likes it this way.” Dali dropped the mug back on the table. “She likes it super creamy, even more than this. I’m certain she vented her anger on her since she can’t yell G you like she wants to.”

“Like she can. How are your parents Dali?”

“My parents are okay. Mother always asks of you. I wonder sometimes if I’m her daughter or you. She never ceases to ask of you day by day.”

“Just the same way I ask of her. Your mum is wonderful.”

Dali rolled her eyes.

“You can have her if you want. I doubt anyone would be able to stay with Mum for a day without going crazy. That woman nags twenty-four-seven.”

“That’s because you never do as you’re told.”

Anna grabbed her coffee from the table and t