“I know, I wonder what happened.”
“No, I mean, huh, Milo hates drama. Wild that he’s even involving himself. Or that you two are even talking at all.” Sara’s brown eyes settled on hers.
When was the last time Hanna had even looked Sara in them?
“I think he just doesn’t want me blindsided.”
“How thoughtful,” she said, eyes narrowing.
Taylor inserted herself between them, grabbing Sara’s hand and twirling her toward the nearest cocktail bar.
“What fruity little drink am I buying you first?”
ALWAYS ANSWER
Are you fucking kidding me?
HANNA
What now?
ALWAYS ANSWER
We’re at The Chandelier and I just watched you walk by.
Along with every goddamn man in this casino.
And several women.
HANNA
Come play.
ALWAYS ANSWER
I’m not coming within a ten-foot radius of you until I get some food in my system.
She tucked her phone into her clutch and took another swig from her flask, determined not to think about anyone but the girls in front of her for the rest of the night.
“This was such a lovely dinner,” Sara said, glowing under the low lights in her white dress. “Thank you girls, so much!”
“I’m ready to shake some ass!” Maricela shouted over her seventh margarita.
“That’s our next stop,” Hanna laughed. She pulled out her phone to send the obligatory Venmo requests, but damn, her vision was already blurred. “What’s twenty percent of whatever this number is?” She held the bill out to Taylor.
“It’s eighty-three,” a low voice boomed over her shoulder. She jumped in her seat, surprised to hear Logan in her ear.
“My love!” Sara threw her arms around Matty’s neck, four tall figures slinking around their table, each a ticking time bomb by the looks in their eyes.
Hanna twisted in her seat, throwing Logan the half-smile she’d practiced all week.
“Thanks, Finance Bro,” she said, signing the receipt.
He pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in a hug while everyone watched. Hanna felt the eyes of every bridesmaid on them and adjusted her face, smiling warmly despite the image of Sloane's perfect highlights in her mind.
“Hannyyyyyyy,” he laughed against her. “It’s so good to see you.”
“Is it?” she asked, sober enough to be confused by the lilt in his tone.
