Alma's voice came out soft and pouty. "That's not fair. You're playing favorites..."
"Right, right, my mistake. I've had too much to drink. I wish our darling Alma stays beautiful forever."
Confetti burst through the air, streamers drifting lazily overhead.
Then came the main event: group games for the whole party. A spotlight would land on someone, and they'd choose Truth or Dare.
I moved to a corner where no one was paying attention.
I was halfway to drunk when the host's question cut through the noise.
"Louisa or Alma? Who do you love?"
"Alma."
"But we heard Alma's the other woman."
Christopher didn't hesitate for even a second. "Louisa is the other woman."
My fingers tightened around my glass. Whatever warmth the alcohol had given me evaporated on the spot.
I lifted my head. His eyes were already on me, cold and indifferent.
A few minutes later, Christopher strolled over with his drink. He clinked his glass against mine, barely a gesture. "Given your temper, I'm surprised you didn't throw your drink in my face. That's not like you."