[Rue’s POV]
My head spins and my vision blurs, but even then, I still sip on a drink while Mr. Owens orders our meal for the evening.
Once he is finished, he shifts his gaze to me, and when he opens his mouth, I brace myself for what is to come.
“You should really slow down.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, plastering a smile on my face. “The room is just spinning and I feel like my brain is filled with helium. Am I floating?"
“Rue,” he hisses, and I feel my heart squeeze. “That’s enough.”
“Oh, leave her be,” my mom murmurs. “She’s just enjoying herself.”
“There is a difference between enjoying yourself and making irresponsible choices.”
“Hey,” I growl, slamming my glass down on the table. “Who the hell do you think you are to say such things to me?”
Dammit. Shut up, Rue!
“You aren’t m
