Annecy insisted I go to dinner that evening since it would be too suspicious if I didn't. I wasn't sure how I was going to keep my game face on and be "normal" during dinner.
When was I ever "normal"?
I dragged myself not toward the dining room, but to the ballroom, where they had the main dance floor set up for after-dinner dancing. Terrific. Yes, let's have more of that.
I strode over to the contestants' table, though I would have preferred to sit literally anywhere else. I sat down, and as expected, all the girls pretended like I didn't exist.
So I poured myself a giant glass of wine, and when dinner was served raw with eyeballs again, I immediately asked for bread and butter. I ignored the smirks while I smothered a generous amount of butter on a slice of Italian bread.
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