Becoming Chloe
I murmured, a brilliant, shining smile spreading across my face as I stood beside him.
"Don't thank me yet," Jaxon said. He stepped back, reaching over to a laptop connected to the room's large flat screen television. "Before we finish the toast, I think everyone should see a little trip down memory lane."
He pressed a key.
The screen flashed to life, and a loud, distorted audio recording began to play through the lounge's speakers. It was a voice memo from the night of Kane's party when I was drunk.
"Maya Nakamura is an absolute joke," I giggled. "She actually thinks she can hang out with us? Look at her cardigans. Look at her friend Tristan. They are completely pathetic, and they don't bel