Never Lend Your Fiancé Away

Summary

Whenever the holidays rolled around, Helena would loan me out to her single girlfriends like a designer coat they couldn’t afford to buy themselves.

The excuse was always wrapped in pretty, high-society altruism: ""Women supporting women, Ian. Just helping the girls survive their family interrogations.""

Her friends, naturally, were thrilled.

Their families, however, were not. Some old-money matriarchs took one look at my mortality and background and practically hurled their silver service in my face.