The whispers still followed Mirena even as she made her way into the main hall of the metropolitan art museum.
From a passing waiter, she flashed a smile and swiped off a bubbling glass of champagne, chugging it down in one fair swoop.
The chilled, frizzly sensation did little to soothe the nausea in the pit of her stomach.
As Logan led her towards their table, she grabbed another one and rather than groaning, she kept her lips busy by gently sipping on it.
What a way to start her night, she thought, eyes travelling towards the entrance.
When she spotted George and Camille, chummy as ever despite what happened out there, a frown nicked at the edge of her expression.
She didn't care about them being all lovey-dovey, neither did it bother her because she had some deeply b
