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Funny that her thought on the way to the restroom had been about savoring the fun while it lasted.
On her return to the party, Harlow’s ponderings ran more along the vein of how torturous the rest of the night would be. Ditching Ryske at the table would be fun, if that didn’t mean leaving him with full, unfettered access to her family. No way he’d let it slide if she snuck out on him. God only knew what he’d tell her folks if she left him unsupervised.
Using both hands to twist a length of her hair, she wound through the partygoers, taking a lay of the land. Her apathy ran in stark contrast to the smiling faces of everyone else in the room. They all exuded nothing but enthusiasm for the event… It was probably fake… Turned out she hadn’t been raised that far from people with Ryske’s s
