Framed by My Own Family
My cousin, Tiffany Wilkinson, brought her new boyfriend, Isaac Lloyd, home for the first time. The dinner was going great, chatting and laughing like everything was perfect.
Out of nowhere, Isaac locked eyes on me, his face lighting up with fake surprise as he practically shouted, "Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? Aren't you in that 'Elite Escort Group'?"
He added, "I swear I saw your rate card in the group photos... It was only 200 dollars or something?"
He slapped a hand over his mouth afterward, putting on this innocent act like he had just let something slip.
The lively dining room went dead silent in an instant. My relatives' looks turned cold and judgmental, making me utterly uncomfortable all over.
"He looks so decent on the outside, but he's actually doing that kind of thing behind closed doors."
"You're such a disgrace to the Wilkinson family. Don't even tell people you're related to us from now on."
Dad was so furious he slammed his wine glass down, and Mom sat there wiping away tears.
I calmly dabbed my mouth with my napkin, then looked at Isaac with a knowing smirk. "Makes sense that I look familiar. I'm with the Vice Squad, and I just busted you in a sting operation last month!"