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.
They looked like a parody of a loving family.
I took a breath, stepping out from the meager shelter of a stone archway. I needed to get inside. As I approached the main security checkpoint, Thomas spotted me. His face instantly contorted with profound embarrassment.
I stepped toward the velvet rope to explain to the security guard that I didn’t require a guest ticket because I was part of the graduating doctoral class. Before I could even open my mouth, Thomas’s hand shot out. His fingers dug painfully into the meat of my upper arm, his grip like a vice. With a violent jerk, he pulled me backward, physically tearing me out of the queue and dragging me toward the unsheltered, rain-slicked steps.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Thomas hissed, his voice a furious, dripping sneer. He looked at my soaked hair and the simple black gown I wore over my dress. “You’re going to ruin Haley’s photos looking like a drowned rat. I told you yesterday, you’re just an assistant. You don’t belong in the VIP entrance. Go wait in the car. Do not embarrass us in front of these wealthy doctors!”
Victoria walked past, flanked by Haley. She paused just long enough to look me up and down with an expression of sheer, unadulterated disgust. She gave a cold, dismissive little laugh as she adjusted a stray lock of Haley’s perfectly styled hair.
“Listen to your father, Clara. Let your sister have her moment. Go dry off somewhere out of sight.”
Thomas released my arm with a final, forceful shove toward the bottom of the exterior stairs. My heel slipped on the wet stone, and I stumbled, barely catching my balance on the freezing bronze railing.
