Renee
I am a genius.
Olivia rolled up to the club looking like a goddess. She wasn’t too keen on the all-black halter-top ensemble I’d chosen for her, but she looked hot. Her hair had been curled and arranged in an up-do that was meant to look casual, and her makeup had been applied to perfection. So many heads turned her way I began to think that I’d done my work a little too well.
Although she smiled, I knew it was for my benefit, that sad, injured look lingered in her eyes. We were going to need alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
We cleared the line outside the door and entered the club. At first, I was blinded by the strobing lights, but after a few seconds my eyes adjusted and I was pulling my sister toward the bar, where tattooed Tim was shaking martinis. “Tim!” I called
