CHAPTER 20: First encounter.
I wrap my arms around myself as I leave the party; the cold bites into my skin, and I didn’t bring a coat for this dress. I walk as fast as I can toward reception to get help calling a taxi, but then fluorescent lights catch my attention.
A nightclub, I discover.
I don’t know why, but something pulls me toward it. It’s a strange feeling, but my feet just move in that direction, almost as if some supreme force is guiding me inside.
Suddenly, the thought of a Martini makes my mouth water. I tell myself I need a drink to warm up.
The nightclub isn’t very crowded, but it isn’t empty either. Since I really don’t want to talk to anyone, I move to the least populated part of the bar to stay unnoticed. I order my drink from the bartender, and he hands it to me in
