My millionaire parents abandoned me pregnant at 19 — 7 years later, they begged me for forgiveness.
“They don’t look like it.”
“I’ve had more practice hiding it.”
I laughed once. It came out thin.
He stepped closer. “Listen to me. We are not children asking to be let back in. We are walking in with the truth.”
We walked straight to their table.
Inside, the club looked exactly how I remembered. White columns. Polished silver. Soft voices.
My parents were near the center table. My mother in pale silk. My father in black tie, smiling like the room belonged to him.
For a second I was 19 again.
Then Adrian said, “Stay with me.”