boss.”
“I know,” she said softly. “That’s why I came. To support you.”
Julian gave a dry laugh.
“You don’t understand. That dress…” He lowered his voice. “You look like catering staff.”
The words cut deeper than she wanted to admit.
It wasn’t the first time he had made her feel small.
When they first met, Elena worked filing paperwork at a nonprofit health clinic in Oak Cliff. Julian had attended a public donation event there.
Back then, he had been charming and attentive. He told her he was tired