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"Home," I tried to say. Only I had a mouth full of caviar and pastry, obviously.
"What?" Josh said.
I held up a finger, chewed the canapé and swallowed it down. "Home," I said, wiping pastry flakes from around my mouth.
"How come?" Josh asked.
"The party planner fired my ass, that's why."
"For the wine spill?"
"For a lot of things."
"You want me to talk to her?" Josh said.
"Thanks, but I don't need saving," I said, grabbing his arm and leaving caviar on the sleeve of his gazillion dollar suit. "Oh no, sorry about that," I said, trying to wipe it off but rubbing it deeper in.
"It'll wash out," Josh said, not seeming to care.
I slapped a hand to my face. "Look, I'm having a bad night."
"Yeah, me too," Josh said. "This party sucks."
"Must be hell for you," I said, unable to co
