Mommy's husband, my owner 1The reception was loud and bright and full of people I didn’t know. Mom looked beautiful in her white dress, laughing too hard every time Victor touched her waist. He looked perfect too. Tall, dark hair going silver at the sides, suit cut sharp enough to make my stomach flip when he smiled. Forty-two and richer than God. I kept telling myself that was why my palms were sweaty.I stood near the cake in my pale pink bridesmaid dress, sipping champagne I wasn’t supposed to have yet. Nineteen in three weeks, close enough. The bubbles went straight to my head.Victor found me an hour after the dancing started.“Walk with me, Lily,” he said, voice low, hand already on the small of my back. No one noticed us slip away. Everyone was drunk or busy kissing Mom’s cheek.He steered me down a hallway, past the kitchen noise, into the wine cellar. It was cool and dim, racks of dusty bottles on every wall. The door clicked shut behind us and the party sound disappeared.I
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