I’m waiting outside the stalls for a few minutes before I hear groaning.
“Mar?You okay?”
“I don’t feel well.”
“What did you eat besides champagne?”
“Nothing today except the cupcakes.”
“Maybe you should have had breakfast.”
“I never have breakfast.”
There’s another groan.
I scoot back out to the other girls.“Um, don’t freak out, but did anyone else feel weird after the cupcakes?”
Heads shake.
“It was the best buttercream icing I’ve ever had,” Brooke says.
“No, those were vegan.No butter, no eggs,” I insist.
She stares me down.
“Shit.”
I dash back to the washrooms, stopping by the lockers to fish around in my bag for the receipt.Sure enough, it says vegan, but the evidence is to the contrary.
“Mar, the cupcakes might have been slightly less vegan than we thought.”
The growl from inside the stall makes me wince.
The toilet flushes, and my sister emerges, bent over.
Chloe appears in the doorway, a bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
“Hey, hon, I have pills.My emergency stash.Two of the players are lactose intolerant, and it makes for a bad media day if they’re uncomfortable.”
She passes my sister the pills and glass, and Mari chugs it gratefully.“Thank God.”
“They might not fix everything, but they’ll help.”
“What can I do?”I ask.
“You’ve done enough,” Mari says.
Chloe sighs.“Why don’t you go back and hang with the other girls?Tell them we’ll be out in a few minutes.”
I chew on my lip as my shoulders slump, and I head back outside to fill them in.
A few minutes later, Mari and Chloe appear.
“I’m going to have Harlan pick me up and take me home.”
“I can drive you,” I offer.
“No.It’s fine.”She looks at me.
