There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

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I smoothed my dress and told myself I was imagining things.

I began to walk the length of the table, reading the name cards.

Travis’s mother. His two sisters. His cousin from Seattle. Rebecca’s Pilates instructor. A woman I recognized from social media as the founder of a wellness startup that had been profiled in two local magazines. An influencer continue reading …