After what we did, we cleaned up and came downstairs after a while, knowing that Ian's friends and parents are aware of what we were doing upstairs. Part of me wants to disappear, but Ian has another plan and takes me outside where the party is in full swing.
The Thompsons are at a table on one side, and they wave to us from a distance. It's good to see familiar faces among all these people.
We approach Terrence and Fernando, who look at us with raised eyebrows.
“You almost missed your father's speech.”
“Well, Brooke needed to use the bathroom.”
“Of course,” Fernando replied.
Ian glares at them when he notices me shifting uncomfortably beside him. A waiter approaches, and I take a glass and drink deeply.
“You could at least hide your idiotic faces,” Ian hisses.
“Can I have a dance
