Wildflowers

The day the photos surfaced I wore cat-eye sunglasses to hide my face.

Later, I would regret the outfit: the blush-pink satin camisole, the black suede hat, the vintage Levi’s. They had caught me with the dignified absence of a smile. To the world, I knew it would read as cool apathy.

My only solace remained in the fact that at this point I was still an enigma, somehow both anonymous and profoundly more famous than…