Sebastien's POV
Bright. Way too damn bright. The second I stepped into the kitchen my hangover screamed for mercy. But the real punch to the gut wasn’t the lights. It was Mira. Now standing there. Looking like she was one second away from robbing the place… or perhaps crying. And I had no idea which.
Mira just stood next to the mini fridge with the door open. She'd stared inside as if into an empty safe and as she moved them around, the bottles clinked together.
CLINK.CLINK.CLINK
"Oh! Please…" she muttered, shoving a tiny Grey Goose bottle aside. "Please tell me rich people hide bagels behind the vodka. Or cheese. I would literally kill for cheese right now. Like, commit actual crimes."
I crossed my arms, leaned back on the counter. "Rich people don't eat Mira. Nah! They just…you know
