PART 3
Because the strange thing was, every insult they had made since I arrived depended on one assumption.
That I was the least successful person in the family.
That I had barely managed to afford this weekend.
That I had chosen this resort because I wanted one brief glimpse of the kind of life they believed belonged to people like them.
They had no idea why I knew the lobby so well.
No idea why I noticed every architectural detail.
No idea why the staff near the entrance had already recognized me and were carefully pretending not to.
And they certainly had no idea why I had selected Azure Heights for this particular family gathering.
Mom stepped up to Jessica’s desk.
Vanessa adjusted her sunglasses.
And I felt that familiar heat building quietly in my stomach.
Not anger.
Anticipation.
Because the performance was almost over.
And once it ended, neither of them would ever look at me the same way again.
