was.
You wear it to dinner that night.
Not with Adrian.
Alone.
You choose a small restaurant with candles on the tables. When the hostess asks if anyone will be joining you, you say, “No,” and feel no shame in the word. You order pasta, red wine, and dessert.
Halfway through the meal, a woman at the next table leans over.
“I love your dress,” she says.
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