Lacy's POV
Truly, his "girlfriend" is here. I don't know why I followed Vincent's mother down the stairs. But here I am, listening as she speaks.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Celeste murmurs, her smirk widening as she releases Vincent's mother's hands.
Her eyes flick back to me, full of judgment. "So, you're really married to him? How... unfortunate."
"That's right. I'm his wife," I say, keeping my voice even.
Vincent's mother lets out a soft, almost pitying laugh. "Oh, Lacy, dear. You don't need to get so defensive."
She turns to Celeste with a fond smile. "She's still adjusting."
Adjusting.
Like I'm some temporary guest, an outsider who needs to learn her place.
Celeste tilts her head. "It must be hard, you know. You are an outcast here, tsk."
"Tell me, Lacy. How does it feel
