Her husband’s superiors sat at the front; wealthy and influential relatives were given the prime seats, while friends with good standing were seated in the middle. Those without resources were pushed to the back tables.
Surprisingly, I had been placed at the very last table.
My cousin smirked, “I get why I’m stuck at the back – I’m the family dropout – but you, the genius with the fancy degree? Kind of weird, don’t you think?”
“There’s nothing strange about it. It’s not like having a degree matters much. Look at Jane – she didn’t even finish high school and married rich. She’s the real success story,” Lisa chimed in, seizing the opportunity to belittle me again.
“Men can always find someone younger if they’re rich, but for women, once they’re older, they’re just leftovers – like you, Bree,” she added, aiming her jab at me.
I glanced towards the tables up front and noticed Jane’s second aunt sitting with her family at one of the front tables.
I chuckled. “Aunt, isn’t it odd that your sister, also Jane’s aunt, is sitting at the front table with her kids, while you and my cousin are stuck at the back here?”