invisible in your own relationship. And for a moment, just a moment, Maria almost felt sorry for her.
I clean his floors, Maria said softly. I make his coffee.
That’s all I’ve ever done.
I would never. Everyone always says that, Victoria said, stepping closer.
Right before they take everything inside, the party carried on. Nobody heard the conversation happening 30 stories above the street. The band was playing something slow and romantic, the kind of song people usually associate with wedding dances, not with what was unfolding just beyond the glass doors.
Victoria’s eyes were glassy now, not just from anger, but from something deeper, years of feeling like she had to fight for a love she wasn’t sure was ever fully hers.
She had grown up being told that beauty and money were the only currencies that mattered. And somewhere along the way, she had learned to see
