The Most Popular Guy In School Asked Me To Prom Just So He And The Prom Queen Could Humiliate Me In Front Of Everyone—But They Never Expected What Happened Next

I no longer noticed it.

I stood behind a folding table, smoothing wrinkles from a stranger’s dress shirt while Aunt Rosa counted quarters behind the register.

“Ivy, baby, you sure you don’t want a break?” she called.

I glanced up and smiled faintly.

“I’m okay.”

“You’ve been working since seven.”

“So did Mom.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Aunt Rosa’s continue reading …