‘Read my name. You have 30 seconds…’

from Vanessa’s old clique filmed everything on their phones.

“You’re quiet,” Vanessa said smugly. “Still fragile?”

I looked down at the plate. Then back at her.

“You don’t recognize me.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Should I?”

I almost smiled.

Above us, the banner read: Westbridge High Class of 2016. The hotel ballroom glittered with rented chandeliers and champagne continue reading …