I stood up to grab another drink, and the spotlight landed squarely on me.
"Well, would you look at that! First Christopher, now Louisa. This party just keeps delivering."
I froze for a moment, then kept walking to the bar and picked up my glass.
The host bounded over with a grin. "So, Miss Henson, Truth or Dare?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Dare it is, then?"
"Sure."
The host's eyes lit up. "You're certain? If you back out, the entire venue's tab goes on yours."
This party happened once a year. Half the city's young elite were here tonight. The tab was longer than a mortgage statement. The number of people who could actually cover it could be counted on one hand.
I didn't think too hard about it. I agreed.
The host's voice pitched higher, ringing across the room. "The dare is: pick anyone here to spend the night with!"
The place exploded.
I set my glass down and scanned the room. Christopher's lips curved into a brief, knowing smile.
"Come on, this is boring. She's obviously going to pick Christopher. Don't they have an engagement?"
"Didn't they call it off?"
"She's definitely picking Christopher. Even just to spite Alma, she'd do it."
The crowd buzzed with speculation.