Eloise

Jennifer’s voice sliced through the music and chatter, too sweet to be sincere. She stood a few feet away, her sharp eyes scanning me like i was an unfortunate piece of art she had found in a trash bin. Her lips twisted in that familiar sneer as if she enjoyed the thought of watching me squirm.

I clenched my jaw.

“What is it supposed to take, years to move on?” I shot back, my voice steady despite the bile rising in my throat.

“After the humiliation?”

Jennifer’s smile ...