Lobby Confrontation
My daughter’s hand still tingled in mine as Chloe’s smile sliced through the murmurs of the gala.
“Vivienne?” she purred, her tone dripping with triumph. “You really thought you could walk in unnoticed?”
I swallowed, feeling the paper necklace crumple against my thigh. “I’m just… another forgotten wife,” I whispered, letting the pretense settle like dust.
