The dining room chandelier casts warm light over the long table, but I feel like I’m sitting under a spotlight. I’m wearing the soft burgundy dress he wanted—short enough that the air kisses my bare pussy every time I shift. No panties. Just like he ordered. My sister Sophia is laughing beside me, showing Mom pictures of floral arrangements on her phone, while Dad and Alexander talk business at the head of the table like the perfect future son-in-law.

I try to focus on the conversation. I really do. “The peonies sound beautiful, Soph,” I say, forcing a smile as I reach for my water glass. My voice sounds almost...