And eventually, obviously, me.

I just got to watch it happen to someone else first.” And he walked away, and he did not look back, and Jessica watched the one part of her plan she had actually cared about walk out through the ballroom doors.

Then she turned toward the guests, the two hundred people who had spent years praising her beauty and her charity work and her perfect, enviable life, and found them all looking at her now with open disgust.

And something in her broke, and she rushed at me.