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.
“Well, if it isn’t the coach’s pet. How is it that after all these years, you’re still driving this beat-up old Ford?”
“This thing looks like it belongs in a scrapyard from the last century!”
During dinner, everyone gathered around the Bugatti owner, raising their glasses in celebration, while I was
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