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.

all had the same smiles and the same sharp eyes, just with better makeup.

“I can sit for a few minutes.”

Ashley pulled out a chair for me. “So, what do you do?”

“I manage a marketing team.”

“Of course you do,” Brielle said. “You look like you send emails people are scared to ignore.”

“Only when they deserve it.”

Ashley laughed. “I like her.”

That stung.

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