‘You’re a drab little mouse with no money,’ my friend said. Yet at my own birthday party, she was the one standing by the door with a tray.
“You just don’t know how to present yourself,” Kristina drawled, stirring her cocktail with a straw. A bracelet studded with stones glittered on her wrist. She said it with that light, almost careless condescension that was her calling card. “It’s not about presentation,” Olya Yeremina answered quietly, studying a crack on her cup of cheap […]
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