“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.
“You know it won’t help her forget about him,” Camila argues.
“For now, it will,” Tamara quips back.
“Who wants to dance?” I ask, pla
