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.
“I manage a marketing team.”
In school, Ashley had once asked if my face hurt from looking like “that.” Now she liked me because she didn’t know I was the same person.
Then Madison arrived, loud enough for three tables to turn.
“Please tell me you saved me a seat,” she said, dropping her clutch beside Ashley’s glass.
Ashley grinned. “Madison, meet our new friend.”
Madison looked me over. “Well, thank God. This table needed help.”
“Madison, meet our new friend.”
I smiled. “Rough night?”
“Reunions are always rough,” Madison said. “Too many people pretending they peaked after graduation.”
“Happy to serve,” I said. “Most people did peak in high school, they’d just never admit it.”
For a few minutes, she sounded normal. She talked about traffic, work, and how weird it was seeing everyone older.
Then the organizer tapped the microphone.
“Everyone, don’t forget our ‘Where Are They Now?’ slideshow starts soon!”
“Rough night?”
Madison clapped. “Oh, this is going to be amazing.”
Ashley’s smile faded. “What did you send in?”
“The funniest clip.”
Brielle covered her mouth. “Please tell me it’s not sophomore year.”
Madison grinned. “The hallway video.”
My hand tightened around my glass.
“What did you send in?”
“The one with Evangeline?” Brielle asked.
“Yes!” Madison said. “I forgot how funny that was.”
Ashley shifted in her chair. “Madison…”
“What?” Madison said. “Come on. She was basically our class mascot for awkward.”
I set my glass down before I dropped it.
