“A woman like you should be grateful to be allowed this close,” she said, tearing my place card in half and replacing it with one that read “staff table.” The room laughed as I was ordered to pour champagne. Then the man whose engagement dinner this was crossed the glass conservatory, took the white camellia from her dress, pinned it on mine, and seated me beside him at the head table. That’s when I stopped being invisible — and started exposing the truth she’d been hiding.
“A woman like you should be grateful to be allowed this close,” she said, tearing my place card in half and replacing it with one that read “staff table.” The room laughed as I was ordered to pour champagne. Then the man whose engagement dinner this was crossed the glass conservatory, took the white camellia…
