My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

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I had been inside for less than an hour. The wine on my uniform was still damp at the center and drying at the edges, darkening toward brown.

I did not think about wiping it. There was no urgency in it now. It was just a fact about the evening, one of several, and it would be addressed at the appropriate time in the appropriate way, which continue reading …