Danielle felt everyone's eyes on her. The Reeds were confused. Seth looked confused. Even Christina seemed to be trying to piece things together.
Only Emory wore an unreadable, solid look.
Her gaze flicked to her full wine glass. She’d already chugged the first one, and the black-haired man—Lily’s husband, maybe?—had silently refilled it.
Screw this.
She grabbed it and tossed it back. Warm, rich, a little too sweet. Whatever. She didn’t care. Her eyes drifted to Seth’s untouched glass.
Without a second thought, she reached for it.
"Danielle—"
Too late. She downed it in one go, barely registering Seth’s quiet, startled noise.
The room was still watching her. f**k it.
Christina's wine was next. She swiped it before anyone could protest and tilted it back, the alcohol burning pleasan
