I ignore him as I rush out of the conference room.
I need a mirror. Need to touch up my lipstick. Need to have a stiff drink, a couple mini quiches, and then I need to go back to the hotel and count down the hours until I leave Chicago.
As I hurry down the hall, I run a hand through my hair, skim the rim of my mouth with a thumb, and hope my mascara isn’t running.
I emerge from the hall, my course set for the bathroom.
“Violet!”
Fuck me!
I try to ignore Red calling out for me.
“Violet over here!” This time, she sounds closer.
Again, I pretend like I don’t hear her. The last thing I need is for her to see me all a mess from having hate sex with Trevor.
Was it reallyhatesex, though?
“Oh my god,Violet!” Red’s right behind me.
Fuck, she’s caught up to me.
Her hand strikes my shoulder and spins me around. “I’ve been calling out for you!”
I try to look surprised. “Oh, sorry! I justreallyneed to pee.”
“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Red has a cheery smile. “I can’t lose you again. We need you for the family photo.”
Oh,shit. “Uh. Okay.”
I’m suddenly very aware that Trevor’s cum is dripping out of me, and I’m not wearing any underwear.
Jesus, I need a bathroom asap.
Red slides her arm in mine and pulls me close. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You look all flushed!”
I laugh. “Too much champagne.” I point to her neck, trying to distract her. “Is that a hickey?”
Red’s hand flies to her neck. “What?”
I give her shit all the way to the bathroom and back to the party.
All the Hawthorn adults are gathering around the Christmas tree at the center of the party.
Including Trevor.
“Are you sure you want me in this photo?” I slow my steps so that I have more time to talk Red out of making me take this family photo.
“Oh, Violet, don’t be silly, of course we want you in the photo.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek. “I’m not family, though.”
Red stops walking and turns me to face her. “You’re Rose’s godmother. Of course, you are.”