Thanks to the class monitor’s organization, I decided to attend our high school reunion. It had been years since I saw many of these familiar faces, and just as I was reminiscing and catching up with old friends, the atmosphere shattered. The doors burst open, and stormed Inez Hoover—rumored to be engaged to a wealthy heir—followed by a small entourage. Without a word of warning, she marched up to me and slapped me across the face in front of everyone. "Lindsay, you bitch! How dare you seduce my fiancé?!" Stunned, I instinctively took a step back, my hand flying to my cheek. “Are you insane? I don’t even know who your fiancé is.” “You dare do it but won’t admit it? Fine! I’ll make sure you die knowing! My fiancé is Patrick Patton!” she snarled. I blinked in disbelief. Patrick? The same man who grovelled before me, clinging to his connection with my mother’s family for favors? The one who followed me around like a puppy? That man... was her fiancé? How ironic. That slap you threw, Inez? You didn’t just ruin your fantasy of marrying rich. You just dragged the whole "wealthy family" down with you.