CHAPTER 32
MARY
The last thing on Mary’s mind was to go clubbing. She’d been perfectly fine with her butt planted on the couch, accompanied by chocolate and her e-reader. That is, after she’d had a group call with her cousin and Tess, bawling her eyes out like a little girl.
That was sad, really.
I know.
You have to stop sponsoring Kleenex.
If it hadn’t been for Tommie insisting that he needed a “wing woman,” she would’ve stayed home instead of hoisting herself into a dress and driving him over to Flux. She couldn’t even use Zoe as an excuse. The little girl was treated like a princess at Casa Kristoff, with the staff doting on her.
“Are you going to be a sour puss all night?” Tommie asked.
“Maybe.”
“See, this is why I had to get you out of that house. You were becoming a hermit.”
