MAEVE Okay. Breathe. The bar noise fell away behind the glass and the cool air inside the car hit my bare arms and I pressed the back of my head against the seat and stared up at the roof and told myself I was fine. I was completely fine. Alexander Hagreeves had grabbed my hand on a dance floor and I had felt absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. Jane was still twisted around in the passenger seat, her seatbelt cutting diagonally across her silver sequinned top, her 4C curls slightly wild from dancing, one acrylic nail pointed at me like a weapon. "I need to talk about what just happened," she announced, saying something either way. "Jane—" I began but she held her finger higher and cut me off. "No, I'm going." She shifted forward. "The audacity. The sheer, unearned, absolutely staggering audacity of Alexander fucking Hagreeves to grab your hand in the middle of a dance floor after sitting there all night letting your sister hang off him like a coat." She shook her head slow
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