Genevieve

I did have to see Uncle Artie the next day. He was co-chairing a charity gala, and my family was special guests. I spent the whole night tossing, thinking about the events of yesterday, wondering if Uncle Artie would tell Father about the video.

When I dressed for the event, I pulled on the red dress he'd bought me. It clung to my curves delicately, and I remembered exactly when he'd given it to me. I started wondering if he'd bought it while thinking about my body. Red was his ...