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

car,” I said, the lie slipping out before I could think, my hand smoothing the green silk over my thigh.

She nodded, her eyes lingering on my dress for a fraction of a second, her face neutral.

“Right this way, Mrs. Miller,” she said, turning toward the main dining room.

I followed her past the dark wooden booths, my heels clicking against the hardwood continue reading …