Chapter 544
Judy’s POV
“There you are! Come on, you need to catch up,” Irene said as she placed another shot in front of me. I sat at the bar and took the shot, wincing at the sting as it hit my throat. She chuckled at my expression before taking another shot herself. “God, I hate these
parties,” she started to slur.
“Charity events?” I asked her, kind of surprised. These parties were in her element; I thought she foved dressing up and meeting
up with other rich people.
“Anything that has to do with stuck up rich assholes,” she muttered, taking a sip of her wine and rolling her eyes. “I always hated
this kind of thing.”
“I never knew that,” I told her. I felt the buzz of the alcohol making my head a bit cloudy. I looked around at my surroundings and saw how gorgeous everybody was; they were all mingling among themselves and laughing at stuff that probably wasn’t even all
that funny.
My eyes found Gavin on the other side of the room, Rachel by his side. They were speaking to a few men in suits, men I didn’t recognize, but they looked as if they were all old friends… including Rachel. She was laughing at their chokes and putting her hand on their arms as she spoke, making the men blush and chuckle. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes; and the fact that Gavin just
stood there and didn’t do anything about it for some reason annoyed me even more. 4
Like if he was going to be in a relationship with a woman, at least act like it.
I turned away from him before he caught me staring. Irene noticed the expression on my face and glanced over at her father.
“He’s so stupid sometimes,” she muttered, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time. “Take another shot with me and forget about
him.” 3
She ordered another round; the bartender stared between the two of us for a moment, hesitating about pouring another round of
shots. But Irene pulled out a giant wad of cash and slammed it on the counter, making his eyes widen. Without a word, he poured
the shots and slid them in front of us.
Irene laughed when he walked away. She raised her glass to mine, and we clinked.
“To forgetting men,” she cheered a bit too loudly, making me cackle with laughter.
The tequila was definitely having an effect on me.
We downed the shot glasses, this one going down a lot smoother than the previous ones.
Suddenly, I was feeling bold.
“Let’s dance,” I told her, knowing my voice was a bit louder than usual, but she didn’t seem to notice. She looked at me excitedly
and grinned as she grabbed my hand.
