A Small White Lie

So last week, I was at the grocery store and my partner called asking if I could pick up some wine for her. She’s got a big dinner party planned with friends and it’s the one thing we forgot to buy. But guess what? I hate white wine, and the store has this amazing selection. So I ended up picking out a bottle that was a bit of a splurge just because I wanted something I actually liked. Now every time she opens it at the dinner party, I’m gonna have to admit my little lie about just grabbing any old bottle. I should tell her before then and get it over with, but I can’t help feeling like a kid who got caught with candy.