FLORENCE’S POVI staggered back to the table, my mind whirling as I tried to process what I’d just witnessed. Jason Holland and Serena Montclair—lipstick smudged, hair tousled, guilty eyes. The shock was a wave crashing against my chest, stealing my breath.I collapsed into my chair, mouth dry, eyes unfocused.“Flo?” Blake’s voice was full of concern. “You look… Are you okay?”“Wine,” I rasped, frantically waving for the waiter. He hurried over, clearly alarmed by my distress. “A glass of red, please. Quickly.”“Hey!” Annalise leaned across the table. “I thought we were all going sober in solidarity tonight!”“Not today,” I replied, voice flat, heart pounding. “I need a real drink.”The waiter rushed back, placing the glass in front of me. I snatched it, draining every drop without hesitation. Rosa’s eyes widened, and Blake looked genuinely terrified.“What the hell happened in that bathroom?” Rosa asked, visibly uneasy.“Another,” I said, setting the glass down hard enough to make e
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