The plus size girl: The mafia secret
Beside her stood another society acquaintance, both of them looking me up and down with undisguised mockery.
Mira laughed, a sharp, patronizing sound that drew the attention of nearby shoppers. "Goodness, Sheba. I heard you practically ran away with your tail between your legs after that pathetic little scene at the charity gala. Are you even allowed in here? Or are you just window-shopping for clothes you can't possibly afford anymore now that Adrian cut off your accounts?"
The old Sheba, the broken, trembling wife who had spent years shrinking away from insults, tried to force her way to the surface. My cheeks burned hot, my throat tightened, and for a terrifying second, I felt utterly par