I walked into my brother’s engagement party, and the bride leaned in with a nasty whisper: “The stinky country girl is here.”

Richard turned pale beneath his expensive tan.

Vanessa stared at the screen as though it personally betrayed her.

“You?” she whispered.

“Me.”

Daniel stood abruptly. “Lena, wait. We can fix this.”

“We could have,” I replied. “Before you laughed.”

He flinched visibly.

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