Thirteen
Iris Miller
Functions with the Brentwood’s were a completely different world then mine. For a start, my dresses were usually sent over by the family. Designer because they didn’t want me to feel out of place. Second, it was always at some place old and historic with a lot of important people that I didn’t know. My mom was a teacher, which was how I’d gotten into the fancy private school I’d met James at in the first place. She’d gotten a teaching position there and I’d been allowed to go because of that. It was only for one year but it had allowed me to apply to all of the best universities with a better chance of getting in.
James had just transferred. There’d been some scandal at his old school, and he was new like me, and we’d connected over that. The scandal, of course, t
