The auction was over, and now people were just socializing. I stayed on the other side, arms crossed, watching quietly.
Seeing the glamour of everyone made me miss the life I had before. At past galas, people would talk with my parents, and I remembered how respected we were in the industry.
Some people glanced my way. Maybe they found me familiar, or maybe they had heard about my current situation. That I was no longer the heiress of a prestigious business and was just an ordinary worker now.
I thought no one would come to me, but a small group approached. They looked familiar, though I didn’t know exactly who they were. They smiled politely as they came closer.
“Atasha, it’s really good to see you,” one of them said warmly. “Maybe you don’t remember me, but I’m Mandy. I knew your fat
