CHAPTER 11 | Beau
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The party goes way better than I anticipated. I can rest my hip by sitting when I need to, and excuse myself to talk to other guests, when I need to move. I don’t look like I’m hurting. I look like I’m being sociable and every time I spot Adele, she grins at me like she’s totally proud I’m playing nice.
It makes me cringe a bit. I want to be the person she believes I am, but I need to be someone I can live with too.
“Here.” Holly appears at my side and passes me a vodka and tonic. I take a sip, frown. Not vodka. Sparkling water.
I hold it out to her. “I think this is yours.”
“Definitely not. I can be trusted with my liquor.” Holly glances down, brushing one hand over her dress. “Incoming,” she murmurs.
I glance to our right. The woman with a head of hair l
