You never imagine humiliation can look this elegant.
The chandeliers above you glow like bottled gold. Crystal glasses wait untouched at thirty immaculate place settings. The mariachi band in the corner stands in respectful silence, instruments lowered, caught in the awkward purgatory between employment and pity. A three-tier cake decorated with sugar agave leaves waits on its silver stand like …
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