Pride of the Farm
Language: en
I used visiting out-of-town family as an excuse to dodge our ten-year high school reunion. As fate would have it, I had dinner plans with an old friend that same night. I never expected to crash right into my former classmates at the exact same upscale hotel restaurant. Right in the center of the crowd stood Tristan. He was the golden boy I had secretly crushed on for three years in high school, currently laughing and holding court. Our eyes locked across the room. He visibly stiffened. The woman clinging to his arm narrowed her eyes, her voice dripping with venom. "It's been a decade. Why…