Stacy

Sins of the Past - Part 1

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Stacy sat on the plush sofa, stirring her tea in tight concentric circles. The ancient wallpaper of the living room was still pristine, the rose color setting off the cream ceiling. She shot the woman sitting across her a smile.

"I didn't catch you at Greg's party after the speech" the woman, Katherine, said in a lilting voice which made Stacy want to strangle her. "But then again, had he humiliated me like that I wouldn't have stuck around either." A pitiful smile sat on her face, while her eyes fished for more tea than that sat in the kettle between them.

Stacy's week had flown by in making amends with people who had suffered second-hand mortification on her behalf. Wounded by Greg's words, Stacy had carried herself out of the hall on her wobbling legs, running away from the scene in the shadows. She hadn't let tears fall out until after she had secured the lock in her room and was out of everyone's sight. She hadn't talked to Nora and Harry that night either. They had stayed back, unaware of Stacy's whereabouts, busy in accepting apologies from Alicia and Greg's family.

"I had some urgent business to attend to, besides I wouldn't have wanted to embarrass Alicia further by staying there." She said, in carefully measured words. Shifting back on the sofa, she straightened her spine. Katherine's words stung, but she knew better than to show her weakness before her.

"No matter what you have done, Greg shouldn't have said something so crude, after all, you have already suffered enough haven't you? I can't even imagine having to leave the city and coming back to this town after everything that has happened." Katherine continued.Stacy glanced up from her cup. Her gaze sharp, as she assessed the implications of Katherine's word.

 Had Katherine somehow found out? Had Greg said something more about her past? She hadn't considered the possibility of Greg opening up her bundled past. Surely he wouldn't, she thought to herself. Even if he was getting married to someone else, even if he hated her, Greg wouldn't have hung all her past mistakes out for everyone to see. But wouldn't he? He had after all let some of it out, pointed a finger towards her in that hall, and had let everyone know of her mistakes.

The airy room felt smaller, she was sitting too close to Katherine, the sofa wasn't wide enough and the cup of tea she was holding was getting heavier with every passing moment. Setting the cup down, Stacy attempted to breathe through the heavy air that was now suffocating her. It wasn't the first time she had heard this, she had long back resigned herself to the fact that her past would come back for her, that she would have to bear the consequences of her mistakes, but with Katherine in her blue dress sitting across her and spelling out her past, she felt cold creeping up her spine.