Part 1The Grayed-Out Profile

Five years after our breakup, Harrison Chase was worth billions and had a beautiful fiancée.

At a reunion, someone brought me up.

“Elara never comes to these things. What’s she so busy with?”

“Hah. She’s busy hitting on rich guys at 30,000 feet.”

“...On a plane?”

“Yep. She’s a flight attendant for Crestview. I saw her on a flight. You should have seen the way she smiled at the business-class guys. So fake.”

“Seriously? A flight attendant? Figures. She always loved money.”

At the head of the table, Harrison, who hadn't spoken, squinted. His hand clenched into a fist.

“A flight attendant?”

“Yeah, Harrison. After all these years, you’re not still hung up on her, are you?”

He reached over and took his fiancée’s hand. The massive diamond on her finger blinded everyone in the room.

“Forgot her ages ago. My wedding is next month. You’re all invited.”

The table erupted in congratulations.

Only I, floating in the corner, looked down.