I squint, focusing on one dark-haired man with a coconut bra at the far end of their little group. He stands a little bit taller than the rest. “Is that Charlie?” Caleb doesn’t bother following my stare. “Yeah, it is.” I watch as Stella’s half brother shimmies, a drink in each hand. “He drove down from New York?” “You know him. He never misses a party.”
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