~Sara~ I rub a hand over my chest, steadying my breath as I step back into the hall. The guests are holding conversations among themselves now. A soft ballad plays in the background. The stage is empty—only God knows what other unsolicited assignment the MC has ventured into—and nothing seems to be going on. I walk back to my seat, settling in. Jeremy narrows his eyes at me. I raise a brow. “What?” “You left the hall,” he says carefully. “Out of the blu—” “Toilet emergency.” The words roll out of my mouth before he can finish. I adjust in my seat and look toward the stage, like something interesting is happening there. Jeremy leans forward and nods at the stage. “You know there’s nothing going on there, right?” “Well, who knows.” I shrug. “Something fun might happen, and I might miss it if I look away.” He leans back and grabs the glass of whiskey on the table, emptying the remaining contents into his mouth in one go. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a tough case, Sara,” he
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