LILY

Contrary to what Adrian had said, everyone seemed nice. Well, most of those who approached us. They seemed respectful, talked equally well—unlike the battle of survival my arrogant father usually hosted: people with the sweetest smiles spilling out venomous words, most times speaking a little at me, other times speaking about me and Father's wrong choices, how everything was wrong.

I breathed in the air that smelled like luxury and fine wine with the lingering scent of Adrian. I stole a glance at him; he lingered not too far, speaking with a friend—a partner. He swayed the glass of red wine while his gaze held mine.

Heat crept onto...