A Bitter Epiphany

Vivienne’s POV

The music room was dim, lit only by the soft, antique sconces and the silver light of the moon bleeding through the tall windows. The sound of the party still bled through the closed doors, faint and distant like a half-remembered dream.

I shouldn’t be here. I should be out there, smiling, mingling, playing perfect wife and gracious hostess. I should’ve been sipping champagne while