Chapter Ten
CHAPTER TEN
August
“Come on, Annabeth,” Mia said, dragging me by the arm toward the black-clad doorman at the CopaKaraoke. “It won’t be so bad. You’ll see.”
“No. I swore I would never do karaoke, and I don’t plan on changing my mind now.”
She stood between the street and me, blocking my escape, hands on her hips. “It’s my birthday. Therefore, you have to do what I want. That’s our rule, remember?”
Ugh. She was right. “Fine.”
The doorman waved us through. “Happy birthday,” he said to Mia with a wink.
She responded with a smile that could only have been described as delicious.
As an off-tune couple crooned a popular duet, we found the rest of our group at a cluster of tables in front of the stage. Scanning the faces, I realized most of them were Mia’s friends and every o
