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Using her spike of annoyance as fuel, Tess barged up to the table where Mo and the prince were canoodling. “Are you ready to go?” she asked the woman without preamble.
“What?... Go?...” Mo gave her a wide-eyed stare, obviously caught off-guard by her friend’s abruptness.
“Yes. I’m ready to leave. Are you?” Tess clarified, since Mo seemed to be lost in moony-eyed oblivion.
“Oh, umm, okay,” Mo looked crestfallen.
“Don’t leave yet. Please.” The prince pleaded with Mo.
Seeming torn about what to do, Mo looked up at Tess, who was hovering over them. “Maybe you could take the car, and I’ll grab a cab later.”
“Tess isn’t driving.” Sebastian’s voice startled Tess. She hadn’t realized that he had walked up behind her. “She’s had too much to drink,” he revealed to the others, making Tess’s
