~~Scarlette~~
I had no choice but to follow Liam to the party. His mask night party.
He handed me a dress—tight, black, glittering. It exposed more than I was comfortable with, especially now. I was pregnant. I should be wearing something that covered me, not showed off everything. But I guess Liam didn’t think that far.
Not like I had a choice anyway.
Refusing would only turn into a fight. And these days, I’m always the one doing the shouting. The only voice in the argument. It’s like I don’t even get a say anymore. My own damn body doesn’t even feel like mine lately.
I sat in a corner, away from the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. My fourth. Or maybe fifth. I lost count. I just kept sipping because Liam had disappeared—again. Said he had to "mingle with business associates." Th
