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Behind me, my maid of honor, Tessa, sucked in a breath. “Maya… who did this?”
I picked up the note with two fingers.
I recognized the handwriting.
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Eleanor Whitmore wrote every insult as though she were sending a thank-you card.
For two years, I had been smiled at, corrected, evaluated, and dismissed by that woman. She called me “sweetheart” when she meant servant. She asked whether my father was “comfortable” paying for his suit. She told her friends I was “pretty enough, for someone without background.”
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And Daniel, my fiancé, would always kiss my forehead and say, “She’s just protective.”
Protective.
That was his word for cruelty whenever it wore pearls.
Tessa grabbed her phone. “We’re calling security.”
“No,” I said.
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She stared at me. “No?”
I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was pinned perfectly. My makeup was gentle, expensive, flawless. My hands did not shake.
The woman looking back at me did not seem shattered.
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