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

elegant woman of about sixty-eight, wearing a navy wool blazer and adjusting her reading glasses as she stepped into the aisle. Her husband remained seated, his hands folded over his napkin, his eyes fixed on Damon.

“She is coming over here,” Lily whispered, her hand moving to touch my forearm.

I reached down and smoothed my hands continue reading …