Asia
The night of our party was at hand. Janice had me in a flowing white dress that went to the floor. High heels were hidden beneath the layers of gossamer. Jett was clad in a tuxedo, making him look like the groom he was pretending to be. Everyone stood and cheered as they clapped when we made our grand entrance into the ballroom at a fancy hotel nearby.
It was all a bit on the uppity side for me. I couldn’t say I wasn’t impressed because I was. But it wasn’t me. I didn’t feel like me at all. I felt like another person. A person who was vain and mostly empty inside.
But I went through the motions for Jett’s mother. The woman was dead set on being a part of the wealthy society, she’d only gained a place in once they'd made their little bakery into a billion dollar business.
Zane bowe
