ZOE’S POV
Much later that night, everything had blurred into laughter, music, and too much drinks I probably shouldn’t have taken. By the time Lani and I found ourselves again for the third time after being separated, my head was pleasantly fuzzy.
She took one look at me. “Oh you’re drunk-drunk.”
“I’m fine,” I laughed, swaying. “Look—I can walk—”
And I absolutely could not. Lani grabbed my shoulders and steadied me.
Then she grinned.
“Oh, I have a TERRIBLE idea.”
“Lani—What’s going through your head?—”
“I’m going to call that man of yours.” She snatched my phone. I reached for it uselessly as she dialed.
“LANI!”
She held a finger to her lips. “Shhh… I’m helping.”
The call clicked.
“Julian?” Her voice dripped innocence. “Hi… this is Lani.”
I grabbed her arm but she pinned me w
