Calla:
If I had my way, I would've been anywhere else. Under a car. Covered in grease. Sweating through another Florida afternoon. Even stuck in traffic on Founder's Bridge. Instead… I was wearing a pale blue sundress that cost more than my first toolbox, walking into the Calusa Beach Club with a fake smile plastered across my face. The place overlooked the marina, all white stone, palm trees, and yachts bobbing in the water like they belonged on magazine covers instead of in real life. Crystal chandeliers sparkled inside. Servers floated around with trays of champagne. Some jazz band played softly somewhere near the patio. I hated it. Every polished inch of it. Dad shook another businessman's hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen," someone announced, tapping a champagne glass. "Let's hear it for
