“Isn’t that how your mom met your famous photographer dad, posing in the buff for him? Like mother, like daughter, huh?” Adrian whips out his phone. “We were just enjoying one tonight, weren’t we boys? Where was that? Oh, here we go.”

He turns his phone around to show me the screen. It’s a nude, all right. One I’ve seen before by accident, when I was younger. It’s my mother, photographed by my father when she was nineteen. It’s in black and white, and the top of her head is cropped off, so it’s hard to identify that it’s her. In fact, it would be easy to mistake the girl in the picture for me.

Except that I know for a fact it’s not. But that doesn’t matter to anyone here.

Adrian puckers his lips and makes a kissy face at me.

Dark laughter swirls around the pool house.

An earthquake starts in my belly and spreads up into my chest. I feel sick. Humiliated. And completely unable to do a damn thing about it. So I just stand there, staring at a naked picture of my mother. Hating her a little for ruining my life once again. Hating all of these people for objectifying her. Wanting to rip the phone away from Adrian and beat his smug face with it.

Adrian just clicks off the screen, turns away from me, and finishes his grand speech to Evie, saying, “Your family’s cursed, all right. You’re all a blight on Beauty!”

“And you’re an asshole,” a smoky voice says over my shoulder.

I glance behind me to see Lucky glaring at Adrian.

“Stay out of this, grease monkey,” Adrian says. “This is above your pay grade.”

One of Adrian’s friends pulls on his shoulder. “Come on, man. You’re wasted. You’ll regret this tomorrow.”

Adrian shoves his buddy away. “The only thing I regret is coming back home this summer. I should have stayed in Cambridge. All of you are losers. All of you!” And with that, he stumbles around the counter and out the door, heading toward the lights and music of the pool outside, where the main party is oblivious to what’s happened in here.

Evie pushes through the crowd and grabs my arm. “I’m so sorry,” she says near my ear. “Are you okay?”

No. I’m not. How did Adrian, some rich fool I’ve never even met, get a nude photograph of my mom? And how did he know about my Photo Funder subscription service and get the two things mixed up together? That’s a complete and utter lie. I’ve never taken a nude selfie in my life. I don’t even take clothed selfies. It’s rare that I even take photos of people at all.