All Fairy Tales Are Lies

Summary

When the photographer called for us to pose, my graduation cap slipped off. I bent down to pick up the tassel.

By the time I stood back up, my boyfriend, Andy, and our professor’s daughter, Molly, were already standing shoulder-to-shoulder dead center in the front row.

The camera flash went off, freezing the exact moment they turned to smile at each other. Meanwhile, I was squeezed onto the absolute edge of the frame.

It looked as though I was just a random pedestrian who had accidentally wandered into the shot.