Chapter Eleven
Steph
Well, it had been the best night in the history of ever, but now . . .
I drummed my nails, chin resting in my other palm as I scanned the room. So many people. Smiles and laughter and drinks flowing like a stream. And the looks, my God. I felt like I was under glass, or on a stand at a museum. It was nice, but also unnerving in that hey-I'm-trying-to-have-a-good-time-quit-peeping kind of way.
Is this what mom had to deal with? My heart pinched, and I frowned. Not the night to think of her. Well, not anymore.
The wine glass was still empty, despite my upside-down search for another drop at the bottom and I scanned the floor for a waiter or a busser, or hell, I'd have even taken a one-legged demon with fairy wings at this point. Nothing. Did they all take a break at
