Brian’s guy dropped me off at a place I’d never been but somehow felt perfect for how wrecked I was—quiet, dim lights, soft music, no eyes watching. Brian was already waiting, leaning back on a bar stool like he owned the whole place. “You said you wanted to drink,” he said gently when he saw me. “So—here.” I nodded, even though my head was pounding from crying, not alcohol. My makeup could pretend to hold me together, but it couldn’t hide the fact that I’d fallen apart. Brian ordered something light, something he clearly thought I could handle. Turns out… I couldn’t. One sip. Two. By the third, the room was already moving. My chest felt warm. My eyes blurred. Everything in me loosened like someone had untied all the strings holding me upright. “Wait—wait, Ivy, what the hell?” Brian leaned toward me, eyes wide. “Can you even drink?” I blinked at him, my vision scattering. “I… I drink water,” I mumbled. “For God’s sake.” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated and worrie
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