The sound of his voice triggered an almost physical revulsion. I couldn't even bring myself to speak.
He must have assumed I was still angry, because he sidled up to me with a look of weary patience.
"Sibyl, when did you become so petty?"
"I already told you, I just feel sorry for Vivian, so I've been looking out for her a little more. That's all."
Looking out for her. Right. All the way into bed.
I swallowed my fury with every ounce of self-control I had and kept my voice even.
"Mm. I know. I was wrong to jump to conclusions about you two."
His brow smoothed at that.
"I'm glad you understand."
"Oh, by the way, honey. The organizers want a family member to say a few words at the ceremony. I was thinking of letting Vivian do it, give her some experience. What do you think..."
The implication was crystal clear.
I buried the ice in my eyes and shrugged, feigning indifference.
"It's your award. Your call."
The days slipped by, and soon enough, the ceremony arrived.
My best friend had planted someone backstage. The moment Vivian finished her speech, the footage would play.