*William*
I sipped my cappuccino and shot David a sidelong glance. “Come on, David. You know Victoria won't be happy with Lily's art when she finds out she's with me."
David shrugged and looked at Lily. “That might be true. Victoria helped me get my start as an art curator. So, I really owe my career to her."
'And to me,' I wanted to say, but I left it alone. If he wanted to shower my ex with unadulterated and unwarranted praise, I couldn't stop him. I wanted him to like Lily even more and knew he would if he saw her work in person. Then I watched Lily win him over all on her own.
“How did you and Victoria meet?" she asked.
“We met at Brown," he said. “I knew her before this lug met her. We all ran in the same Manhattan dinner circles, and my wife, Joy, and Victoria had Eva and my
