I called it a night earlier—per Julie’s advice. Besides, I didn’t want to show my face back in there and become the center of unwanted attention. Plus, she told me that "the" Heidi came back with a sour mood.
Bless me.
I smelled like wine and felt sticky as hell.
What’s worse? I didn’t even bring an extra change of clothes.
“Fuck me…” I mumbled, heading toward my car.
“My uncle would gladly do so,” a voice chimed from the dark, making me jump out of my skin and accidentally fling my keys to the ground.
I slowly spun around, my shoulders raised.
There she was—Amethyst… or “Amy,” as she so casually called herself. Leaning against a sleek black BMW, still in full glam like she hadn’t just witnessed a circus of an event.
Not a single eyelash is out of place. Is that how rich people act like aside from being hypocrites?
She looked fresh, young, expensive.
It wouldn’t surprise me if Johnny was sleeping with her. Or if she was someone special to him.
Fresh.
But why was I even thinking about
