BURNED EMPIRE
I remembered the first time clearly, a charity gala years ago, back when I was still new to J and F, still learning how to move through rooms like this without feeling like an imposter in someone else's expensive life.
Selena had approached me at the bar, unprompted, and looked me over with an expression I hadn't been able to place at the time. Not hostility exactly. Something more calculating, more assessing, like she was trying to figure out where I fit into a puzzle only she could see the full shape of.
"You're the one everyone whispers about," she'd said, swirling her drink. "The girl who came back."
"I suppose I am," I'd answered carefully.