C82 Chapter 82

Medora

The red silk dress clung to me like a second skin, the fabric draping elegantly over my breasts while leaving half of my back exposed.

I was late—really late.

Maybe because I had decided not to go.

But then I changed my mind.

Because I was moving on.

I was supposed to be happy.

So why did it still hurt?

The taxi was already waiting. I stepped in