WILLOW
“Sorry about Violet,” I apologize after I’ve managed to extract Aiden from the chaos in the drawing room. “She’s drunk and suddenly tends to have no filter once the alcohol kicks in.”
Aiden laughs. “It’s alright. I’m just glad that everyone is having fun and that you’re alright.”
“Yeah. I’m definitely alright.” I return his smile, cheeks coloring the longer we stare into each other’s eyes.
“Have I told you tonight, how utterly gorgeous you look?”
“Yes,” I scoff. “This will be the third time you’re saying it.”
“Really? I seem to have forgotten.”
“Right.” I laugh. Aiden has a bottle of vodka in his hand. I steal it and take a tiny sip straight from the bottle. He watches me with amusement. I take another swig before handing it back to him.
“So, where’s your dad tonight?”
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