She looked up in shock, and the smile replaced it just as quickly. “Of course, Miss Williams. My apologies. Right this way.”

She led me through the restaurant. There were plenty of patrons even though it was barely noon. Slate City’s elite, most of whom had few things better to do than go to lunch. I caught a few stares, but not nearly as many. Some of these people I recognized, and some were friends of my parents. But my presence wasn’t startling to them.

“Here you are.”

The table was in the center of the room, and incredibly visible. Naturally. But there were only two places set. “Please bring a third place setting. My sister will be joining us.”

“Oh!” The woman perked up, clearly delighted to have Eva Williams in her restaurant. “Right away.”

I sat, and the production began. Aurelia’s never let any customer want for anything. A menu was in my hand and a glass of water poured in seconds.

The room was wall-to-wall shades of white. Tablecloths, pearly wallpaper, chandeliers painted white, and plush carpet. It had the look of a giant wedding cake. Frothy and beautiful. I wished it had better memories.

In contrast, I looked like a dark stain. Black on white.

My mother entered the restaurant, brushing by the maître d’ with a wave. She didn’t need directions. This was her favorite place, and was here at least twice a week. Usually at this exact table.

She wore a subdued pant-suit in pale pink. It suited her, even though I knew she despised the color pink. All a part of the image she presented. Why?

As I stood, she looked me up and down. I clocked the look of surprise and faint disapproval at the dress, and it was hard to ignore the pang in my stomach. Feeling like a disappointment was the worst—especially when I tried so hard. But still, she smiled when she saw me.

“Esme.” She pulled me into a hug. “You look different.”

“Thought I’d try wearing something I actually enjoy.”

Her eyebrows rose, and we sat down. She didn’t say anything as the waiters converged with her menu and water and the third place setting before disappearing once more. “You look… nice. Not what I expected, but I wasn’t expecting a lot of things this morning.”

“Hi! Sorry I’m late.” Eva breezed up to the table and kissed Mom on the cheek before she got up. “That is a killer dress, May-may.”

“Thanks. Mom’s not a fan.”