Chapter Eighteen
Aura gripped the mic and she felt stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid.
With her peacock dress and feathers, standing up on the stage, the band behind waiting. A spotlight was blinding her but she was thankful for that, she couldn’t really see their faces clearly.
Why did she agree to this? Why did she even get up here?
Was it the alcohol? Did it lower her inhibitions, make her courageous and stupid? She didn’t really feel drunk, she had the nagging suspicion that Orestes had told the barman to make her a flashy watered down cocktail, with the barest hint of rum in it. The blame was all hers for this poor judgement.
The mic squeaked. Desha leapt up on stage beside her, as if were her domain. She tilted the mic stand to her and struck a pose. “People! We put a vote online and
