Memories washed through my mind in a wave of misery and torment. As if transported through time to the past, they were all I could see.
I stumbled to the wall. Giggled as my heel caught in my dress. Ethan had picked it out. Said I looked lovely. I thought it was ugly, but when Mother had agreed with him, I'd shut up. It wasn't worth it to fight over a stupid dress. Not when I was getting married to the man in less than a couple weeks.
A small group of men came from one of the backrooms. One of them was pulling his zipper up as they joked and ribbed each other. "Best piece of ass I didn't have to pay for."
They all chuckled. "Oh, you'll pay for it. But at least this way your wife won't find out."
I ducked behind one of the curtains. I hated these galas. They were nothing more than opportunities……
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