The private dining room was bathed in low, amber light. Expensive wines were lined up on a side table like trophies of war, and the air smelled of truffle oil and judgment. Everyone wore elegance like a suit of armor—stiff, shiny, and impenetrable.
Tessa floated toward us, a vision in fitted cream silk and diamonds that probably cost more than my car. She smelled of gardenias and money.
“Sariah!” She leaned in, kissing the air next to my cheek. “I’m so glad you came.” Her eyes flicked over my dress, then down to Mrs. Gable’s scuffed heels, then landed on the cheap silver heart around my neck. A microscopic smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “And you brought Milo. Did you not get a sitter?”
“The invite said family,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “He’s family.”
“Of course,” she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She turned to a passing server. “Can we set up a coloring station at the kids’ table in the corner? Just chicken tenders for him.”
She ushered Milo away before I could protest, banishing him to a small table near the coat check. I watched him go, his little shoulders squared, clutching his coloring book like a shield.
“Come sit,” Tessa commanded, guiding me to the long, white-draped table.
I was seated in the exile zone: the far end of the table, wedged between my mother and Aunt Valerie. My mother looked small. She was wearing a grey dress that washed her out, and she refused to meet my eyes. She was already practicing her invisibility.
“Just keep your head down,” my mother whispered as I sat. “You look nice.”
Nice. Not beautiful. Not strong. Just nice. It was the highest compliment she could muster for the daughter who didn’t fit the mold.
I scanned the table. At the head sat Uncle Reuben, Tessa’s father. He was already three drinks deep, his face flushed a mottled red. He was loud, taking up too much space, laughing at his own jokes.
And then there was Dylan.
He was seated next to Tessa, but he looked like he was on a different planet. He was staring at his phone, his jaw tight, his shoulders hunched. He looked exhausted. Hollowed out. Every time Tessa touched his arm or whispered in his ear, he flinched microscopically.
Aunt Valerie immediately launched into a monologue about her dog’s glaucoma, saving me from having to speak. I nodded at the appropriate intervals, cut my food into tiny pieces, and tried to breathe through the suffocating atmosphere.
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