A few minutes passed. The music kept playing, people laughing, glasses clinking — but my mind wasn’t on any of it.
That’s when I noticed Jane, her steps unsteady, her eyes clouded from too much to drink. She wasn’t heading for the bar or the dance floor. No — she was making her way toward the water fountain at the far end of the lawn, a dimly lit, secluded corner of the venue where the lights didn’t quite reach and the sound of rushing water masked quiet conversations.
And Nara was already standing there alone.
A bad feeling hit me in the chest.
I started toward them, quickening my pace. But I was too late.
I saw Jane shove Nara.
Not again.
“How many times do I have to tell you to keep your filthy lips off my man?” Jane’s voice was sharp, trembling with something desperate. “I told
