Lyse sat before her vanity mirror, the dull eyes in her reflection staring back at her. An exhausted sigh escaped her lips as she ran a brush through her hair then she put the finishing touches on her makeup. She smacked her lips and stood up before slipping on her shoes.
Today was the day that she would face her parents again, a daunting prospect. She regretted telling Levi about her father's invitation, but she had been swayed because she wanted to show off her billionaire husband.
Now however, the thought of their judgment, their snide remarks, filled her with dread. Unless, they feared Levi enough to keep their negative comments inside.
She had thought of about a million and one excuses about why she could not go home. She even contemplated throwing herself down the stairs, in the hopes that a sprained ankle would stall the dinner.