I was humiliated at my reunion just to meet my old boyfriend I missed for years.

When I received the alumni reunion invitation, I was pretty confused. They said the reunion was only for prominent figures across various industries.

But I'm just a working-class gal who’d been to jail; I hardly qualify, right?

After much deliberation, I still put on a white shirt paired with dark green dress pants and arrived at the venue, looking as neat as I could.

The moment I stepped into the hall, the opulent luxury of the place hit me. Even the air smelled of money.

A wave of regret washed over me. I definitely shouldn't have come.