I’ll be waiting.
“Hey, Meg, this is Ophelia,” Cadence says to the familiar-looking blond girl who opens the door to us.
Meg bounds forward and grabs my hand in a firm shake. “Hey, Ophelia. I think we met at the activity fair before the semester started. At our table?”
Memories of that day come racing back to me, and I immediately feel ashamed of the way I judged her. I don’t know what it is, but I can see things more clearly now, and the way she’s looking at me is genuine and friendly, not bitchy the way I thought when we met.
Meg smiles. “Cadence has told us so much about you.”
How many people have I pushed away because of my assumption that they were going to treat me the same way Penelope did? I swallow down the thick knot of regret and promise myself that it all changes today. “Al
