Lily tugged my hand. “Mommy, aren’t we going in?”
Before I could answer, Diane appeared in the doorway. Black cocktail dress, diamond drop earrings, smile fixed like plastic. She looked at me, then down at Lily with the same thinly veiled disgust she’d worn every time we’d visited since the wedding.
“Oh, there you are, Harper.” She tilted her head. “You know, I think it’s best if you don’t stay. Your father’s retirement gala is such an important night.”
She glanced at Lily again. “Children can be so… disruptive.”
Then she actually snapped her fingers.
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