Chapter 23
- “I think you should slow down with the drinks,” Camila says, grabbing the tequila shot before it reaches my mouth.
- “No!” I say with a little more force than I mean to. After realizing Beau is engaged and crying my eyes out, I decided I needed to drown my sorrows with alcohol in the company of people to help me forget Beau ever existed. So naturally, the girls and I came to the club.
- “Let her drink, Camila. She needs it,” Tamara says, collecting the shot from Camila and handing it back to me. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. The liquor burns my throat on the way down, but it’s nothing compared to the pain in my shattered heart.