Don’t be ridiculous.
Lily
Sorry, but I’m sure you had fun.
You left like a ghost too.
Saar
I’m guessing we have my grumpy brother-in-law to thank for that.
Celeste
Lils, you didn’t have to leave with him, we would have given you a ride.
Saar
@Celeste, howis your dress?
Celeste
Ruined by breast milk (sad-face emoji)
How did I miss that?
Saar
Xander
Lily
Xander’s distraction.
Celeste
Xander’s allure.
I’m leaving this chat.
Why didn’t he kiss me?
What? Thank God he didn’t kiss me.
But it looked like he was going to. And apparently, I wanted him to. In that moment. Because I was under the spell of a great evening, some alcohol, and just the general charisma of Xander Stone.
He plays the game well, I’ll give him that. But I’m not a conquest. The man is hot as sin, but he is also spoiled, entitled, and ten years younger.
I enjoyed myself last night because I hadn’t been out for so long. And it didn’t hurt that my best friends, Saar, Lily, and Celeste, made sure that I was dressed and styled to the nines.
I felt like someone else. And that’s a dangerous, potentially addictive premise.
It was wonderful to escape my reality for a society event I would have never been invited to if it weren’t for my girlfriends.
And the escape involved a charming playboy who doesn’t even seem to speak my language. Because although we may both reside in the same country, we’re from such different worlds.
I check the clock beside my bed and immediately forget about the non-kiss, or my companion from yesterday.
The price of my last night’s escapism is steep. A light headache. Lack of sleep. And a stressful morning, rushing to the bistro.
