Aria

It had been over an hour.

An entire hour of me trying to make a dent in a mountain of crab legs, steaks, and an obnoxious amount of overly plated, overly expensive food. I’d tried not to eat at first, really, I had. But sitting there doing nothing while it all went cold just felt awkward.

So I nibbled. Slowly. Politely.

And somehow, one bite turned into too many. Now I was full, uncomfortable, and still surrounded by dishes I hadn’t even touched.

The worst part? No one else had ...