Chapter 32- Her Most Important Person

Letisha’s POV

“You have a package.”

I glanced up from my sewing machine just as Adrian entered the room with what I assumed was the package. The room was a den, but had somehow transformed itself into my new sewing room. It was currently overrun with sketching material, samples, fabric, and various patterns.

My husband was carrying a box large enough to cover half of his frame. Despite its dimensions, he seemed to be carrying it with little effort, so I concluded it wasn't so heavy.

He paused halfway into the room and looked around. Guessing he was trying to locate at least one clear surface—and knowing he wouldn’t— I hurried over and cleared a table that was cluttered with color swatches. I eyed him suspiciously as he set the box down.

“Do you plan on spending all your allowance on me?” I queried. I hadn't yet found a chance to talk to him about his spending habits.

Adrian raised a curious brow at my question. “It's not from me,” he answered.