Abby
I stand by the long table, the air thick with the scent of gourmet hors d'oeuvres and sparkling wine. Idly, I pick up a tiny pastry, turning it this way and that before setting it back on the plate.
As if to steel my nerves and try not to think about what Karl is saying to Gianna in the other room, I’m arranging the treats into some semblance of symmetry when a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in years suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.
“Abby, darling! It’s so good to see you again!”
I turn to find Rebecca, the wife of one of the Betas, her face glowing with genuine delight. I flash a smile, the corners of my lips straining just a bit.
“Sarah, it’s been too long! How have you been?”
She glides over, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. “Oh, you know, bus
