I adjusted the diamond strap of my gown, my eyes narrowing as I watched Chloe Reed float across the ballroom floor. Emerald green silk. Custom designer tailoring. She wore it with the kind of effortless grace that made my stomach churn with pure envy. All evening, the other academy mothers had done nothing but sing her praises. "The best living surgeon," they called her. "A true medical prodigy." It was nauseating. She had taken that which belonged to me eight years ago. And now, at this gala tonight, she once again stole the spotlight from me.
