Just my luck, they had an open bar.
I made my way to the open bar and chugged down a couple glasses of whiskey, finally feeling a buzz.
I think it would hold me over until I went home.
I couldn’t help but reach into my clutch and check my phone. Still no missed calls, voicemails or messages from Kenzo.
I immediately frowned, feeling like a piece of me was missing.
What was going on?
Did I do something wrong?
I hated being in the dark.
I looked around the vast room, noticing everything about high society that I hated.
Surgically enhanced lips.
Botox.
Plastic surgery.
Hair extensions.
Horrible personalities.
When did it end?
My eyes wandered over to Liam and his family. They looked like a perfect family to everyone’s eyes, but I knew better.
I knew their deepes
