I called it a night earlier—per Julie’s advice. Besides, I didn’t want to show my face back in there and become the center of unwanted attention. Plus, she told me that "the" Heidi came back with a sour mood.
Bless me.
I smelled like wine and felt sticky as hell.
What’s worse? I didn’t even bring an extra change of clothes.
“f**k me…” I mumbled, heading toward my car.
“My uncle would gladly do so,” a voice chimed from the dark, making me jump out of my skin and accidentally fling my keys to the ground.
I slowly spun around, my shoulders raised.
There she was—Amethyst… or “Amy,” as she so casually called herself. Leaning against a sleek black BMW, still in full glam like she hadn’t just witnessed a circus of an event.
Not a single eyelash is out of place. Is that how rich people act
