I Wanted to Impress My Classmates at Our 20-Year Reunion, So I Hired a Handsome Actor to Be My Plus-One – What Happened There Left Everyone Speechless

"I was wrong."

He swallowed. "I forgot who you were."

"No, Mark. You let someone else tell you."

His eyes shone. "Can we talk? Five minutes?"

"For years, I begged for five honest minutes from you."

"I know."

"No," I said. "You don't. Because if you did, you would've given them to me before I had to defend myself in front of strangers."

"Is there any chance?" he asked.

"For what?"

"Can we talk? Five minutes?"

"For us."

I almost smiled. "There hasn't been an us for a long time. There was you, me, and Miriam's voice between us."

Behind him, Norton stepped outside with his keys.

He stopped when he saw Mark. "Everything okay?"

I looked at Norton. Then at Mark. Then back at the gym doors.

"Yes," I said. "I'm ready to go."

Mark stepped closer. "Daphne, please."

"There hasn't been an us for a long time."

"No," I said. "You don't get my time now because the room finally stopped believing her."

Norton unlocked the car but didn't open the door for me.

I opened it myself.

Before I got in, I turned to Mark one last time.

"You should've asked me for the truth when it still mattered."

Then I got into the car.

As Norton pulled out of the parking lot, I looked back at the gym.

I opened it myself.

***

For 20 years, I thought that room belonged to Miriam.

It had only been waiting for me to stop letting her hold the microphone.

I hired someone to stand beside me for one night.

But I left with the woman I should've stood beside all along.

I left with myself.

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