Five years Ago
Asher then announced, but he wasn’t just talking to me—he was talking to the crowd.
“All right, sweetheart. What’s your name?”
“Ariella.”
“Ariella? What’s your family name?”
“My father’s Antonio... Antonio Costa.”
“I don’t think I know them.” He said it like he was trying to work his head around it like he couldn’t place us.
He wasn’t going to get it. My family was so low in rank, we wouldn’t have even crossed his mind.
“When’s this prom thing again?”
“Next month. The 14th.”
“Okay, I’ll be there. Don’t worry. I’m a good date. I’ll bring the flowers and all that shit.”
And with that, he walked into the toilet, leaving me there.
My eyes were wide, and the people around me? Their eyes were wide too. Most of us went to the same school and knew the same people, and e
