The Cufflinks On A Dog's Collar
Language: en
I was supposed to open the floor with a dance with my fiancée at my twenty-fourth birthday gala. I headed toward the private lounge to find her, my heart light, my mind rehearsing the steps. I never made it through the door. Instead, I froze at the threshold, the sound of her laughter drifting through the crack, sharp as a razor. It was her best friend, Brooke, speaking first. "Honestly, Patricia, I get that you’re using the Sterling family’s influence to climb the social ladder, but why do you have to humiliate Timothy at his own birthday party every single year? It's been five years…