Thirty Two

Monique pulls her Maserati to a stop and we step out of the car. A valet approaches us and takes the car key. I take a deep breath, smelling the glamor from the outside even before we step in.

God, this brings back memories.

My family always throws fundraising events to raise money for a cause. In the end, only about 5% of the donation is used for the cause while the rest of it is used for things that my parents wouldn’t tell us about, and other times, it’s the family business. One of the reasons I didn’t want to come to this event in the first place is that it’s hosted by one of the richest men in the country and even the world, and there’s a probability that an acquaintance of my family might be present. My family mingled with people in the society that mattered and they too mingled with people that mattered in the society, and parties like this, a place where they can boast about their wealth, is the kind of place they would be.

I exhale deeply as we climb up the concrete steps. Mo