I stood near the edge of the sprawling stone courtyard, the hem of my black graduation gown plastered wetly to my ankles. The cold seeped through the thin soles of my sensible shoes, chilling me all the way to my teeth. I had arrived early, needing a moment to breathe before the chaos swallowed me, only to watch a sleek black taxi pull up to the VIP curb.
Out stepped my family.
Haley emerged first, completely shielded by a massive golf umbrella held by the taxi driver. She wore a pristine, cream-colored designer trench coat, completely
inappropriate for the weather but perfect for a photograph. In her manicured hand, she clutched my stolen gold-embossed VIP ticket, waving it around as if she had won a lottery. Victoria stepped out behind her, complaining loudly about the humidity ruining her blowout, while Thomas adjusted his silk tie, his eyes already darting around, scanning the crowd of arriving families for anyone wealthy enough to pitch his failing logistics company to.
