By the third day of my marriage, I had learned my place in this house. Invisible.I stood just inside the dining room, fingers tightening around the edge of my sleeve as sunlight spilled across the polished silver and crystal glasses. The table was long enough to seat twelve, yet only four places had been set.Vivian Lancaster, Adrian's mom sat at the far end in cream silk, elegant and cold. Beside her, Eleanor Lancaster, his grandmother, stirred tea with thin, delicate fingers, despite her age. Adrian was already there too, dressed in charcoal, scanning something on his phone with a face carved from indifference.No one looked up or even noticed when I entered. For one foolish second, I wondered if I could slip away unnoticed.Then Vivian's voice cut through the silence."You're late."I glanced at the clock. It was Eight-oh-two. A whole two minutes."I'm sorry."She finally lifted her eyes to me. "In this family, punctuality is expected, not applauded."I moved to my seat without a
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