I sit across from him, smiling, and bring the plate in my lap. I start thinking about when we were younger and I used to work at that strip club, the lights and the money...I was rich. He would come almost every night for a private dance. I glance up at him and start eating, sitting cross-legged.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I think that was when I began to realize that reputation isn't everything. I should focus less about how others perceive me and more about what makes me happy. Because, in the end, I have to live with myself. — Seraphina
