21
Court
Poppy Arlington might objectively be one of the hottest women on the Upper East Side. But she was also objectively one of the most annoying. And I already regretted bringing her to the reception.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Camden’s advice had been to find the hottest girl without baggage and give it a whirl. I’d debated inviting someone else, but Poppy had been the easiest choice, and I’d gone with that.
“Court,” she asked in that fake breathy voice she used, “are you sure you even want to go to the party?”
Her insinuation was clear. And it was even clearer as she leaned heavily against me.
“My own brother’s wedding reception? Yes, I’m sure I want to go inside,” I snapped.
She didn’t flinch back or anything. Just stared up at me with wide, dark eyes and bl
