His voice came out raw and wrecked: "Where did she go last night?"
News of me walking out on my wedding night spread through our circles before the sun came up.
"No way. She doesn't even want Sylvester Farley? Is Rose Henson out of her mind?"
"Who knows? I heard she threw money around at The Blue Note Club all night just to boost some new pretty boy's sales numbers."
"That's not even the half of it. She camped out in a VIP room until three in the morning and came out draped over a bunch of guys. Laughing like she'd just buried her husband."
"Rose Henson's life is literally my dream."
What other people said was none of my concern.
All I wanted this time around was to live however the hell I pleased.
My assistant Brett Dickerson tracked me down with a pained expression.
"Ma'am, shouldn't we head back? Mr. Farley's office has called multiple times already!"
"Head back for what?"
I cut him off, leaning against the bar and swirling my glass.
"Go book me the penthouse suite."
"A-another booking?" Brett looked like he was about to cry.
"Yep. I'm throwing a party tonight."
I shooed Brett away, then turned and dove back into the club's dance floor.