Paris is Always a Good Idea

by Jenn McKinlay

Instead, an image of Darby O’Shea pole dancing in Finn’s Hollow flitted through my mind, and I thought about how she hadn’t settled for less than she was worth. When her man had done her wrong, she’d cut him loose. Determined to follow her example, I took a step back, stared Jean Claude right in the eye, and with a flick of my wrist, flung the contents of my glass right in his face. Jean Claude sputtered, the champagne dripping down his shocked expression, as the people around us stared in startled amusement. It was gloriously satisfying. “Don’t contact me—ever again,” I hissed. With that, I made the dramatic exit of a lifetime. Head held high and back straight, I stormed through the room. People scrambled to get out of my way, and the butler scurried to open the door for me as if he was afraid I’d kick it down.