CECILIA'S POV
“What is she doing?“
“Shopping? What are you doing?“
“She does need to shop.“ The woman laughed, and my cheeks burned brightly.
The women and I were only separated by a flimsy curtain, yet they were bold enough to gossip about me so openly.
Today was Monday. The Monday that followed this godawful weekend. I was thoroughly humiliated after I showed up at the charity auction in that awful purple dress.
“Why is she trying to get more attention than the poor children we're trying to raise funds for?“ A woman had sniped that day. I pretended I couldn't hear her.
“Did you see that monstrosity Christopher's wife was wearing?“ I had hoped I would be free of the whispers in the bathroom, but no.
“I thought I was going to go blind.“
The woman who had raised the topic giggled.
