By the time Penelope returned, the ceremony had already started. A promotional video for the university was playing on the big screen.
As she took her seat, a woman in a black dress next to her spoke up. "Well, if it isn't our class beauty. Still looking as bewitching as ever after all these years."
It didn't sound like a compliment.
Penelope didn't quite recognize the woman, though she looked vaguely familiar. The tone, however, confirmed she was a former classmate.
"You don't remember me, do you?" the woman asked, raising an eyebrow.
Penelope replied coolly, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Penelope, you're just as arrogant as you were in school."
"If I'm arrogant, then what does that make you?"
Penelope turned her head to face the front, dismissing the woman.
During her university years, she had been too busy with her studies and part-time jobs to socialize much with her classmates. It wasn't arrogance; she simply hadn't had the time.
After graduation, the class president organized annual reunions. Rebecca always went, but Penelope had never attended once.
She didn't know them well, it felt like a waste of time, she hated the inevitable comparisons, and she wasn't good enough at acting to fake a deep sense of camaraderie.
Her attitude must have offended her old classmate, who now seemed determined to embarrass her.
"Hey everyone, who wants to trade seats with me?" the woman called out loudly.
Their entire row was filled with former classmates, who had clearly heard the rumors from Susan and Rebecca. They all turned to look.
"What's wrong? Why change seats?" someone asked, playing along.
The woman pinched her nose dramatically. "It reeks of cheap perfume over here. I wonder who it's coming from."


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