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

A woman in a green sweater threw her head back laughing at something her companion had said, her face bare of anything except the fact of being amused.

I stood just inside the door in my carefully ironed dress and borrowed earrings, rain drying in my hair, mascara beginning to assert its independence at the edges of my lashes, feeling entirely conspicuous continue reading …