The True Mafia Queen
Attending the ten-year high school reunion for the cheerleading squad and football team, I arrived in an old domestic Ford, while the parking lot was filled with Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maybachs, and even a gold Bugatti. It was as if I were the only relic from another era.
The moment I stepped out of my car, a former classmate, whose name I could no longer remember, looked at me with a sneer.
âWell, if it isnât the coachâs pet. How is it that after all these years, youâre still driving this beat-up old Ford?â
âThis thing looks like it belongs in a scrapyard from the last century!â
During dinner, everyone gathered around the Bugatti owner, raising their glasses in celebration, while I was left ignored at the side.
Only the cheerleading assistant sat next to me, raising a glass in my direction with a comforting smile.
âDonât let it get to you. Your car may be old, but I believe youâll be driving a luxury car one day.â
I let a small smirk curl at the corner of my lips and lowered my voice.
âThis car may look unimpressive, but itâs been fully upgraded with a carbon fiber body. Itâs already worth over half a million dollars.
Too bad, none of you even recognized its true value.â