The Fake Heiress Who Borrowed My Life

At the class reunion, the class president took it all on herself. "We just graduated, everyone's tight on money. Forget splitting the bill—it's on me."

The others cheered. "Long live Teresa! That's our beloved class president—beautiful and kind."

The waiter brought the check. Sixty-three thousand and change.

Teresa glanced at it and turned to me. "Ada Henson, step outside for a second. I need to talk to you."

This was the fifth time now. Every reunion, she picked up the whole tab like it was nothing, and everyone praised her for it. She got all the glory.