I still love you

As airports went, Stepford's was more of a private affair (private communities have that way about them). But that didn't stop women from landing and taking off with their personal aircraft.

That was the case of this particular plane, landing softly with little real trouble. The door opened up, turning into a set of stairs to walk out. Walking down said steps, was a woman draped in a long dress and burka. Which was possibly on top of a hijab or maybe even niqab. What looks to be a veil of some kind and a large book jiggle about in her hands.

Once on the ground, she made a beeline for the sidewalk. If luck was on her side, she could easily outrun her assistant and reach her beloved. Sure, said beloved probably wouldn't recognize her upon initial glance. A problem she could easily solve.

"مرحبا يا زوجتي الجميلة!" she announced, Sammi coming into view. The business woman stopped in her tracks. The words went right over her head. But the tone did not.

"Linda?" she whispered, getting a nod from this woman. "Is that really you?"

Her wife didn't answer, choosing instead to run over to Sammi. If her words were not enough to make it true, actions would be needed. A hug followed.

"نعم فعلا." Linda answered, feeling her burka get pulled up. A social faux pas, but it felt amazing to feel her lips after so long. "يمكنك وضع هذا بالنسبة لي؟"

Sammi looked down to the objects in Linda's hands. There wasn't any harm in trying on the garment she was holding, right? Taking hold of the veil, she tried her best to put it on.