“Me?”
“Yes, you.” She flung open the car door and strutted in her red stilettos. I followed her and she shoved me past everyone. In that moment, I felt Claudius was right about her dragging me around like a handbag, and I tried not to let her behavior get under my skin.
A few people in line turned, hollered and pointed at me. Camera flashes lit up the night sky. I avoided people in the line who reached out to touch me.
After fighting to keep people off and ignoring their shouting, we arrived at the door. The bouncer glanced down at the guest list before looking up at us. He smirked and parted the velvet rope. Leslie gave him a sly smile with a wink and he returned a broad grin as we strolled inside.
“I told you it would work.” Unfamiliar mainstream music blasted in my ears. “Let’s find
