Victor and Amelia sit quietly at a little table that the Betas have moved into their bedroom for this special occasion. The room is filled with candle light and white roses, soft music plays in the background.
Amelia twirls her fork absently in her linguini noodles, staring at the wall.
“Are you…enjoying the meal?” Victor asks, feeling awkward even as the words leave his mouth.
“They’re fine,” she says, continuing to stir.
“I’m sorry, Amelia,” Victor sighs. “I know this isn’t what you imagined.”
Amelia turns her head to glare at him. “It’s our anniversary, Victor.”
“I know, but –“
“We’re sitting in our bedroom, eating something the chef whipped up. We were supposed to go to Bali.”
Downstairs, they can hear the boys laughing and running. Then, Evelyn’s own laugh drifts up the s
