“I’ve spent too long trying to fit into a mold that was never meant for me. I think it’s time I start living for myself.”The silence in the restaurant was thick, enveloping every corner like a dense fog. Margaret stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open, while Mark struggled to wipe the wine from his face, his expression a mixture of shock and embarrassment. The power shift at that table was palpable, and for the first time in a long time, I felt in control.
I could feel the eyes of the other patrons on me, some filled with admiration, others with awe. It was as if they were witnessing a moment of liberation, a breaking of chains that had been too tight for too long. I straightened my back and took a deep breath, the scent of wine lingering in the air.
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