I was bullied all through school—at my 10-year reunion, no one recognized me, and I used that moment to reveal exactly who I had become.

her side, it became useful.

“I love your dress,” Ashley said.

“Thanks.”

Brielle smiled. “Are you someone’s plus-one? I swear I’d remember you.”

“I came alone.”

Ashley lifted her eyebrows. “Brave.”

“Curious,” I said.

Brielle laughed. “Then come sit with us. Our table needs better energy and more younger-looking faces.”

I looked past them to their table.

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