Back when I was desperately in love with Patrick, I hadn't just fawned over him. I'd fawned over his entire crew too. Effie was talented in every way imaginable, and I couldn't compete, so my only hope was getting these guys to say something nice about me to Patrick.
I'd memorized all of Patrick's hobbies. But I'd memorized theirs even better. Every holiday, I'd send expensive gifts, just to get them to help me leave a good impression.
Looking back now, I truly couldn't fathom who I used to be.
I simply hadn't known any better.
"Look, Patrick's engaged now. You've lost your shot. You just can't measure up to your sister in his eyes. That's a fact."
"But... it's not completely hopeless."
The man leaned closer. The stench of cigarettes and liquor filled my nostrils.
"Spend one night with us, and we'll put in a good word. Maybe we can get you a spot in Patrick's bed too. How's that sound?"
I tried to pull away.
But fingers clamped down on my chin. "Don't be shy. We'll keep it our little secret."
"Oh? Patrick?"
Someone spotted Patrick walking past.
"Patrick!" I scrambled to my feet, but one of the men yanked me back down onto the couch.
Patrick had heard everything.