“Oh, Angie,” she said with a mocking lilt, “how could you be so sloppy? Look at your dress. It’s all wrinkled. Couldn’t you have at least ironed it before wearing it?”
I ignored her, turning toward the dessert table to pick out a small cupcake. I hadn’t had breakfast and my stomach was growling. At this point, satisfying my hunger was far more important than engaging with her nonsense.
But Laurel wasn’t done. She followed me, “Do you think I’m just going to steal your man?” Her tone dripped with smug satisfaction.
I took a bite of the cupcake, glancing at her with mild curiosity. Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Stay and watch. It’s just the beginning.”
The host took the stage moments later, announcing the award for Outstanding Performance. Laurel’s name was called. Laurel stood gracefully on stage, her lively demeanor engaging Brian with a knowing look.
The eyes of everyone in the room shifted between the three of us. I could feel pity as their gaze landed on me.
On the screen, Laurel’s track record began to roll through, showcasing her accomplishments.
A client named Mr. Kumar, whose asset management returns had exceeded 20%, was hailed as a miracle in the industry.