Both women jumped violently. Beth’s pulse exploded. Her hand instinctively flew toward the tiny knife strapped against her thigh beneath the dress before she realized it was only a shattered bottle. A drunk man near the bar immediately started apologizing while employees rushed over with towels. Around them, people barely reacted. Somewhere to their left, a group of women erupted in laughter at something on one of their phones, leaning together and nearly knocking a glass off the edge of their table. Then the DJ shifted the track into something slower and heavier, and the crowd absorbed the change without missing a step. Beth slowly exhaled. “Jesus,” she muttered. Belle pressed a hand against her chest dramatically. “I just saw my entire life flash before my eyes.” Beth rubbed sweaty p

