(Richard POV)
Adrianna brought home the wrong wine. Vivienne had texted me the wine list by Tuesday. Three reds she liked, two whites she preferred, a champagne Adrianna had served at her 40th birthday party two years ago. The champagne had been Vivienne's recommendation. Vivienne had recommended the champagne because Vivienne was making this dinner into a thing it had not yet been, and the thing it was becoming was a small, careful stage Vivienne was going to put on in our kitchen so Millie could see Vivienne performing the role of a woman who had been a wife in a house she had not been a wife in for fourteen years. Adrianna had not bought the champagne. Adrianna had bought a rosé in a bottle with a pink ribbon. Adrianna was already her bright, untouchable self. She had a butcher in town
