“Stupid bitch. You did that on purpose.” We start to catch the attention of people around us, but I don’t care if they’re watching or not. I’m not going to let this man talk down to me because he thinks he’s better than me. “No,” I lie, sidestepping a bit until I grab two full champagne flutes from a nearby table. “But this is.” And then I go against every moral my mom ever taught me, and I toss the champagne on the guy. He screeches, the sound hilarious. “You worthless little—” “Leave,” a voice commands from behind the guy. He steps aside, allowing Camden to come into view. Even though he’s
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