As those words hung in the air, the entire private room went dead silent, as if someone had slammed the mute button.
The wine glass in Dylan's hand wobbled slightly. "Who did you say you are?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Lucy?"
"No way, that can't be right!" a classmate yelled from the back.
Dylan fumbled for his phone right away and pulled up a video from the group chat. The girl on the screen weighed 180 pounds, with a thick double chin, soft, rounded shoulders, and her face and neck practically blurred into one soft, shapeless mass.
The woman standing in front of him now was nearly six feet tall, with two sharp, distinct collarbones and a jawline so defined it could slice through paper. He darted his eyes between the video and me, back and forth, comparing the two over and over.
