*Caleb*
I lean against the bar, nursing a drink that’s probably more for show than anything else. The clinking of glasses and the low hum of chatter swirl around me, but my thoughts are still caught in the whirlwind that was dinner. I glance sideways at Virginia, who’s just finished rolling her eyes at something her mother said from across the room as she left for bed.
“I’m exhausted,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “Honestly, I feel like I just played three periods of hockey without a break.”
Virginia laughs, her eyes sparkling. “Welcome to the Harrington family experience. It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I can see why you might need a drink or two to survive,” I reply, raising my glass in a mock toast. “Here’s to surviving the circus.”
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