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Truly, I hate that the old man had to drag an innocent person through all this… kabuki theater,” he apologized.
He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up, she thought. He’s going to demand an accounting of every responsible party. The hospital. The telephone pole. Gravity. But he was gonna pull through. That much she knew.
me. Sis. Before I fuck around and make you an auntie.”
“…Yes,” she said. A lie so vicious that a tear fell from her eye as it came out. She wiped it hastily with her finger.
She deserved neither the honor nor the disgrace.
The dress was unforgiving, but Harmony’s body committed no sins.
He’d hurt her, somehow. Bad enough that she wasn’t even fighting. But it only made him fight all the more.
She was going to wear the dress, he decided. And he was going to make love to her in it.
You lied to him for weeks. Then you left. With his car. Now take your punishment like a big girl.
The last thing she wanted was to end up on the bad side of a spoiled rich playboy who throws billion-dollar tantrums when his favorite toy gets taken away, but here she was.
Harmony checked her watch: almost 2pm. She had four hours to look the best she’s ever looked and put her Beyonce-est foot forward.
“So, the infamous Mrs. Hawthorne,” an unknown acquaintance began across the table. He was short. Potentially wearing a toupee. Harmony imagined him as the Mr. Collins of the party. She addressed the owner of the voice with a look of surprise. “Where’s Ethan been hiding you?”
“Well what do you think, Danny, should he keep me?” “If you’re willing to endure a lifetime of infidelity and humiliation, then Ethan’s definitely your man.”
“Draw me like one of your french girls, Jack,” she said, slowly walking up behind him, arms folded.
