I looked around the ballroom. “Oh my fucking god.” I slapped my hand over my mouth in glee. “What?” Both Vlado and Evan followed my stare. “Your mom mentioned that Cecelia was here, and I thought yay, drama that doesn’t involve me. But look at her dress, then look at Maryse’s.” “Holy shit.” Vlado chuckled. “Now this is what I call entertainment.” “Right?”
