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

a stack of leather-bound menus against her chest.

“Good evening, welcome to The Gilded Lantern,” she said, her smile fading slightly as she looked at my face.

I reached up and touched my cheek, finding it wet. I had not realized I was crying until the warm air touched my skin, making the cold wind on my neck feel even sharper.

“I have a reservation,” continue reading …