“Alina jaan, can you help me?” I groan as it begins to peel from my forehead. My wife enters the bathroom with her perfectly applied mask. Pretty woman. “God, Asseer. How are you running a five-star hotel if you can’t even apply a facemask properly?” She swats my hands away and uses her soft fingertips to flatten the creases. “This is a very expensive product, so I need both of you to make sure you’re not touching it every two seconds.” “Did you use my card?” “Obviously.” I smirk with pride. “Good.”
