My Fiancée Forced My Little Daughter to Polish Her Shoes—Then I Destroyed Her Entire Closet.
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Chapter 15 - LILA GOES TO THE MUSEUM
Lila was five when I took her.
Quiet morning before public opening.
No crowd.
Halcyon’s curator knelt beside her.
“These belonged to your mommy.”
Lila stared through glass.
“Can touch?”
“No.”
“Daddy can?”
“No.”
She looked pleased.
Finally, an institution unimpressed by me.
Then she saw the ivory crystal-buckle pair.
“Pretty.”
“Those were Mommy’s wedding shoes,” I said.
She looked at me.
“With you?”
“Yes.”
“Mommy danced?”
“Badly.”
The curator pretended not to hear.
May you like
Lila smiled.
No polishing cloth.
