Chapter Eighteen
Chelsea got us more connections. Did her entire college class go into the bar industry?
We’ve gone to dinner, Skylar on one side of the table, me on the opposite. I couldn’t even tell you why the both of us have agreed to go through with this party. She obviously hates me now. From the death stares sent my way by Chelsea and Zoe, you’d think my face was on America’s Most Wanted.
Walking up the stairs and through the roped off VIP section, Demi and Mia sit down, their conversation hushed, but their eyes shooting in all different directions.
Dax heads to the bar, ordering a round of shots while Grady disappears into the bathroom. Mikey’s already on the dance floor with some random chick he picked up on the way up the stairs. Seriously, that guy is a magnet. Chelsea must
