|Katherine|
I froze just as I was about to take food from the buffet table. My hand stopped mid-air.
Slowly, I turned to look at Sharlyn, who continued filling her plate as if she hadn’t just dropped something shocking a few moments ago. She moved casually, nonchalantly—as though her words hadn’t struck a nerve.
But she was wrong anyway.
What truly surprised me wasn’t what she said—it was why she felt the need to say it to me in the first place.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, unable to hide the offense in my voice. Of all people, the last thing I expected to hear today was that kind of accusation coming from her.
She scoffed, pretending to be engrossed in choosing between the desserts as though she couldn’t decide what to eat. But I could tell—she was just using that as an excu
