There was nothing much to see in the back patio. It only existed to give guests a place to step out and catch their breath.
When Georgia saw she'd killed enough time, she planned to head back inside for one last round of pleasantries before heading home.
She never saw it coming, though. One minute she was fine, the next she realized she'd drunk way more than she meant to. Around eleven o'clock, guests started trickling out one by one. A good number of them were completely sloshed, propped up and half-carried by their assistants.
Georgia wasn't that far gone, at least. She made it to the main gate on her own two feet and pulled out her phone to hail a ride. Her parents were still in the inner hall wrapping up business talks, so she'd left the family driver for them. Trouble was, the gala
