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She regarded Theadora. “This is nice.” She touched the silky layer of Theadora’s cascading gown, which unlike most of the younger women present, was modest in design. Only a hint of cleavage, but with a girl as voluptuous as Theadora, only a turtleneck would hide that.
Theadora smiled and pointed at my sister’s purple fitted gown. “You look gorgeous.”
“This old thing. It’s an eighties Givenchy. Belonged to my aunt. A hand-me-down of sorts.” She chuckled.
“It’s stunning,” Theadora said. “Beauty never dates.”
Savanah nodded slowly with an appreciative frown. “No, it doesn’t. Well said. I’m rather fond of classic lines, and vintage is so in.” My sister turned to me. “All the usual bores are here. Including…”
I looked over her shoulder and muttered, “Fuck.”
“Yep, Rey’s here. Is that who you mean?” She turned to see who was making me grimace.
“Don’t look,” I said.
“We’re seeing a lot of him lately.”
“Yeah, well, I hate the prick,” I muttered.
Savanah smirked. “I wonder what he’s got going with Mother?”
“Great question. You’re good at finding things out. When you do, be sure to tell me.”
“He’s got a thing for Theadora, too, hasn’t he?” she asked, looking over my shoulder at the man I planned to ignore.
“Who told you?” I asked.
“Ethan, of course.”
I shook my head. I should have known spilling my heart to my brother would travel.
“Did he tell you how he drugged her at that sleazy club?”
I turned to Theadora. “You don’t mind me talking about this?”
She bit into a nail. “No. But I wish he wasn’t here.”
Savanah looked sympathetic. “Don’t worry about Rey. He’s just a sleaze. He tried it on me once. You should have laid charges, though.”
“I’ve got no proof. And to be honest, I just want it over,” Theadora said.
I couldn’t let my sister’s comment slide. “What do you mean he tried it on you?”
My normally unflappable sister grew serious. “Hey, no one knows. Okay.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were having your own meltdown with that Jasmine affair.”
I noticed Theadora’s eyes narrow slightly.
Unwilling to go down that dysfunctional rabbit hole, I swung the topic back to Crisp. “Did he touch you?”
“He tried. I just kneed him in the balls. Told him if he tried that again, I’d report him. He just laughed it off. He’s a fucking dick. I don’t know what Mother sees in him.”
“Did you tell her?” I asked.
“She just shrugged it off and told me that he’s harmless enough.”
My mother neglecting to protect her children from bastards like Crisp left a foul taste in my mouth.
“He’s a fucking snake. I want him out of our lives.”
“Good luck. He’s in thick with Mother.”
“Were they together before Dad?”
“I think they were. Ethan heard something from one of our long-lost relatives that Reynard broke Mummy’s heart. He’s not the committing kind. He likes them young.” Her eyebrow arched.
Why was this shady character sewn at my mother’s hip?
