A door parallel to the teacher’s desk I’m sitting at creaks open, and Lily walks inside the classroom, looking like the future mayor’s wife in a periwinkle dress she bought with my credit card. I never thought I’d enjoy buying something more than cars, but seeing Lily decked out in the clothes and jewelry I have bought her has me changing my mind. There is something incredibly satisfying about being able to provide for her, and screw Julian for insinuating that I couldn’t.
