The ceremony was a blur of white and lies.
I stood behind my mother with flowers in my fists and Declan’s load still a slick rumor between my thighs. When they said vows I stared at the back of her dress. When they kissed, his eyes found mine over their heads and stayed there a second too long.
The reception was worse. Champagne. A band. Toasts that called us one big family. I drank because my mouth still tasted like him and I needed it gone.
It didn’t go.
He caught me in the service corridor outside the kitchens, away from the string lights, and pushed me against the stacked chairs.
“Turn around. Dress up. Hands on the wall.”
I did it with music leaking through the door. He shoved into my cunt in one stroke, clapped a hand over my mouth, and f****d me standing up in a hallway full o
