Chapter 13
NANCY
I did it. I did the unspeakable.
I think I may be the only woman on the planet Earth who has ever successfully turned down Andrew Fletcher.
And just minutes after considering sleeping with him.
I think I’m owed some type of gold medal by an Olympic committee. Or even silver.
Yeah, silver was warranted when you left the bedroom of a man for whom they were made for.
And I should feel like a million bucks. I know I should.
Especially because I’m sure that’s what Sabrina spent when she purchased this cocktail dress in the bridal shop that she thought I just had to have.
But I don’t.
In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt cheaper.
The night is surprisingly warm—balmy and slightly rainy for February, and I crowd into a black limo already occupied with party guests on
