"Pick whatever you want," Riley said with a casual wave, his tone light but laced with the kind of confidence that came from knowing his words weren't an empty promise.
His wives' faces lit up as if a festival had just begun.
"Yes! You're really the best husband," one of them exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.
She bounced over to him and, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around his neck before planting a big, lingering kiss on his cheek.
Riley chuckled, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ruby and Anastasia exchanging a look—subtle, but sharp enough to hint at jealousy.
"I want this!" another wife declared, pointing eagerly at a silk dress dyed in deep crimson, embroidered with golden cranes that seemed to take flight when the fabric moved.
"And that one…" came a voice from behind her, indicating a set of ornate bangles that jingled like wind chimes when touched.
