It took three different shades of concealer and layers of heavy foundation just to camouflage the ugly bruising around my eye before the gala that evening.
Having played the dutiful assistant at countless corporate events like this back when I was with Scott, the room was full of familiar faces.
But something was off. Even with a new boss on my arm, these old acquaintances shouldn't have been treating me like I was radioactive.
Leaning closer to Brian, I kept my voice low. "I can't shake the feeling that everyone's staring at me. Are they whispering?"
"Miss Meyer, have you considered that work stress is finally making you paranoid?" Brian replied dryly.
But as his sharp gaze swept across the ballroom, a few executives hastily averted their eyes.
Boom! Confirmed. I wasn't imagining a
