The Rejected True Heiress
“Let’s watch up close! I hope Zane wins.”
Personally, I wouldn’t have minded if the party ended. But the sight of Callum participating in a jungle-juice-drinking contest definitely wasn’t on my Bingo card for today, so I couldn’t help but want to watch.
Zane grabbed two red solo cups and scooped two ladlefuls of the punch into each. He handed one to Callum, who took it, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose.
“The fuck is in this?” he asked. “Raw sewage?”