POV: Millie
The bar is packed. So many people have shown up that they're spilling onto the sidewalk, and I'm lucky to find a parking spot close enough to walk. I grab my purse and push through the door like I have every right to be here.
Except I don't, and everyone knows it.
First come the stares - long looks that take in everything from my shoes to my hair. Then the conversations drop to whispers as I walk by. The crowd opens up just enough to let me through, but nobody actually talks to me. An invisible bubble follows me around, making it clear I'm the outsider here. Inside, the place buzzes with weekend energy. People are talking too loud, laughing at everything, throwing back drinks like they mean it. The bass thumps through the floor and up my legs. My foot starts tapping before I
