And suddenly, rather than going to the aquarium, we decided to go to a*****e to buy an appropriate dress for the wedding. Why had I accepted?
Arthur had seemed uninterested in the matter, but I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said, that his social circle wanted to meet me, and many thoughts crossed my mind. Although the main one, and the one that made me suggest we could go if he wanted to, was the idea of knowing how many of the women there hated me for marrying Arthur.
I had seen many people at our wedding, all strangers to me, but Arthur had made sure to choose people who could keep our secret and, in passing, who could tolerate his antics, like hooking up with another of his lovers during the party knowing I was there. That was a grudge I still hadn't let go of, but there wo
