Breaking the rule

“Can you hurry up? We’re going to be late for the dinner!” Charles shouted from the hallway, still struggling to straighten his tie.

“Nope, can’t do it!” Antony replied, stepping out of the closet looking completely overwhelmed. “There are so many options I don’t even know what goes with what anymore!”

Charles looked him up and down and pressed a hand to his forehead.

“Antony… what is that you’re wearing? You just had to pick one dress so we could leave. That’s it! Remember, my wife is on an international trip and couldn’t come with me. So please, just choose a dress and let’s go.”

Antony lifted his chin with practiced elegance.

“Alright, alright, I’ll figure it out. But darling, you cannot rush a woman.”

He disappeared back into the closet, shuffling hangers as if he were choosing a battle outfit.

“Oh! Found it. I think I’ll wear this short one… it needs to make a good impression, you know? But nothing too flashy.”

Charles rolled his eyes, but deep down he found the situation amusing.

It was supposed to be just a temporary role — just a harmless act to avoid awkward questions during the social dinner.

But that night, they ended up having far more fun than planned. Antony was so convincing — so committed — that as the hours passed, both of them began to forget who they really were and which roles they were supposed to be playing.

Or rather… they didn’t forget.

They remembered all too well.

Antony broke the one basic rule of the spell — the rule he swore he would never risk.

And now… well… Charles has two wives.

Forever.