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Katherine
My girls looked like straight fire. I hadn’t seen so much skin in one place since Puerto Rico. English was in a teeny-tiny little black dress with mile-high heeled booties. She wore a sash that read Divorced AF and a shiny tiara. The rest of us were in gold outfits to complement her black. Together, we looked like every boy’s wet dream.
By the end of the night, when we’d finally dragged our drunk asses from Sparks to Factory and then from there to Club 360, we were a hot mess. English’s tiara had been lost. Her sash was askew. We were stumbling through the crowds, laughing and having the time of our lives.
I pushed through the crowd at the top of the world and ordered shots from the bartender. We had a booth at the back, but we hadn’t been in it for more than a minute sinc
