When the call connected, the screen flickered to reveal Beyoncé sitting at the head of a large conference table. Around her were several well-dressed individuals, clearly involved in some kind of meeting.
Their eyes shifted toward the screen the moment Beauty's face appeared.
Beauty nervously straightened up, took a deep breath, and leaned into the screen.
She was able to recognize one or two faces—in fact, all of them!
They were her high school classmates.
Beyoncé was sitting at the center. She had the most glow up.
Her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, styled in soft waves that perfectly framed her barbie-like face.
She had a flawless complexion, her rosy cheeks accentuating her wide, doll-like eyes. And that low cleavage outfit that proudly announces the fullness and heaviness of her massive bosom. Hiding nothing except the peach center.
"Beauty! Finally, it's great to see you again...it's been ages."
Beauty forced a smile.
"I wish I could say the same, Beyoncé."
"Oh come on, don't be rude. I see you had some glow up confidence. However, some things haven't changed. It's very nice to see all of you again."
She spoke softly, smiling like a doll.
Beauty knows what she meant by that.
"What do you want, Beyoncé?"
Beauty asked.
"Oh I just wanted to confirm...you're coming to the reunion, right? And...with your, uh, ...boyfriend?"
Beauty felt her heart skip at the mention of boyfriend but quickly nodded.
"Yes, I'll be there."
But before Beauty could ask anything else, her gaze wandered to the people in the room. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Why are there others with you? What's going on?"
Beyoncé's smile grew bigger.
"Oh, this is just a board meeting with some wealthier alumni from our class. You know, people who are capable of contributing to the event financially." She paused, giving Beauty a once-over.
"Don't worry, we didn't invite you because, well, we know it wouldn't be appropriate. You wouldn't be able to contribute, right? But you are still our top student, don't be sad."
"I am not sad!"
She snapped back.
"Yeah, and besides, the chairs here are pretty small and also expensive. Wouldn't want anyone breaking one."
A man among them replied.
The rest burst into loud laughter.
Beyoncé raised a hand, pretending to scold the man.
"Now, now, let's not be so mean." She gave a laugh before adding, "But really Beauty you must have added more pounds than high school, I can't see all of you on the screen. It's good, enough room for that big brain of yours. Right? "
The room burst into loud laughter again.
"Do you remember the thing she farted?"
A voice asked.
"Yeah it was her! She denied it! Who else could have farted and it stinks!"
Another added.
"That wasn't me."
Beauty snapped in tears and shut the laptop down, ending the video call.
She felt her whole body shaking with anxiety.
"I can't do it...I can't."
She muttered to herself and grabbed her hair in frustration as her tears flowed freely down her face.