I had secluded myself in a shadowed corner of the grand ballroom, tucked away behind a decorative marble pillar where the light didn't hit quite so brightly. I didn't want to interact with anyone else tonight; my skin crawled just being in the same airspace as these people—lying, deceitful socialites who were nothing more than overgrown children who had never heard the word 'no' in their entire pampered lives.
As I watched the crowd from my hiding spot, I recognized the faces. Most of these women had been friends or acquaintances of Hannah, or they were desperate climbers who considered themselves more worthy of the title 'Mrs. Kingston' than a "common" teacher like me. Their eyes were like snipers, tracking my every move and judging the way the dress hugged my frame. They were just waiti
