‘Read my name. You have 30 seconds…’

title and came here to beg for attention.”

The room held its breath.

I let the plate fall.

It hit the floor with a wet slap.

Then I lifted my phone and tapped one button.

Across the ballroom, the reunion projector flickered.

Vanessa’s face appeared on the screen.

Not tonight’s face.

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