I’m at the table coloring with Grace when my phone goes off. I check it to find that someone sent me a message. I open it and drop my phone with a gasp.
Grace looks up from her picture. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I tell her. “You picture is pretty. I think you need a sun in the sky.”
She studies her picture for a moment. She must agree with me because she reaches for a yellow crayon. I pick my phone back up.
The message is a picture of me in my hotel uniform next to one of me at the ceremony looking incredibly uncomfortable with Julian’s arm around me. The picture is captioned “Gold Digger”, and according to the screenshot, it had been shared, liked, or commented on hundreds of times.
I open my social media app and start to scroll. Dread sinks into my gut and I can’t believe wha
