Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Wedding Reception

My cousin"s wedding was straight out of a fairy tale. White roses, a string quartet, a garden bathed in golden light. My father Arthur gave the toast, commanding the room the way he always did. I stood among the bridesmaids in sage green, watching him, wanting him. When the dancing started, he took my hand and led me through the garden doors. The music muffled my gasps. The hedges hid us.