Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

But my dad pulls her back around and throws her over his shoulder.
I shoot to my feet, dropping the clothes. “Dad!”
“Ah, Jefferson!” my mom screeches. “Let me go!”
He carries her up the stairs, and I follow. “Dad?”
“Clay, the adults are talking now,” he fires back.
Someone snorts behind me, and my mom flails. “Ugh, you let me go!”
But my dad wraps his arms around her tighter. “Never.”
They disappear down the hall, and I jog after them, reaching their door
just as it closes.
“How dare—” But my mom’s voice cuts off, and I lean my ear to the
door, hearing muffled moaning and breathlessness.
I smile to myself and walk away, leaving them to it.
Heading back downstairs, I feel my body warm as I lay my eyes on the
tux and top hat again. God, everyone will look at me.
But…
And then I pause, noticing the dress is gone. I look left to right and walk
into the living room, seeing Amy spike another drink before she sips it.
“Where’s Krisjen?” I ask her. “And the dress?”
“No idea,” she says, drinking the glass half-down. “You didn’t want to
wear it anyway, did you? This one’s much prettier.” And she points to the
ugly one on the hanger I’d gotten weeks ago at Mimi’s.
No, I don’t want to wear it.
I’m not wearing a dress tonight.
I look over my shoulder at the tux and smile. And then I grab my phone
and send the text to Callum.