A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
“I’ve got you,” he said.
Vanessa looked past Ethan’s arm and caught my eye.
She gave me a slow, triumphant smile.
“Thanks for coming today,” Vanessa said to me.
“I know it was hard for you to be supportive.”
“I won’t let you do this to him,” I said.
My voice was calm and even.
I kept my sentences exact and formal.