A week later, we were invited to a cocktail dinner party by one of Alexander's friends.

It would be the first social outing since we got married, and I was a bag of nerves.

The Hamptons mansion where the party was being held looked like it belonged on the cover of a glossy magazine. Cars worth more than my childhood home lined the circular driveway.

“You look beautiful, Emilia.” Alexander said to me as he helped me out of the car. I tightened my hold on the little clutch the stylist had ...