MELISSA'S POV

I adjusted my dress first, then my hair, smoothing it down and making sure every single strand stayed where it needed to be. If I was going to walk up to her after all these years, then I needed to look as close to perfection as possible. Five years is a long time not to see someone you used to call a friend, and now that I finally had the chance to stand in front of her again, I was planning to show her the very obvious difference between her low life and mine.

I wanted her to see it clearly, how my life had improved, how far...