Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

list on the back of the heavy, leather-bound menu. “The cellar selection, please.”

Lily looked up from her water glass, her fingers instantly twisting her silver rings around her knuckles. “Dad, that is ninety-five dollars a bottle. Are you sure?”

“Nothing is too expensive for tonight,” Damon said, offering her a broad, indulgent smile that did not quite continue reading …