Chapter Twelve
Reed and Dean step away from the bar when they see us approach. My head might be somewhere else, but my eyes focus in on Dean’s left hand. To say the glass with ice and dark liquid with a lime doesn’t scare me would be a grave understatement. Tonight is the real test to see if he really has changed.
Victoria shakes her head to Reed who halts in his footsteps, watching from afar. Dean follows suit, bringing the drink to his lips, eyes intent on the scene that’s about to unfold.
“Raegan,” Hannah coos with a fakeness I’ve never heard from her mouth.
“Hannah.”
The two lightly hug, kissing cheeks like I did with Hannah moments ago.
Victoria and I stand in the wings like the pink ladies.
“I love the dress,” Hannah compliments her. “The color brings out your sparkling green
