“I’ll be disappointed if they don’t all die,” I announced to the mess onstage. A corner of his mouth quirked. “I thought you would be the kind of girl to hope for a happily ever after.” My happily ever after came on the lips of a mad fortune-teller, and sadly, I gave up on fairy tales and superstition long ago. Eyes settling on the stage, I pulled my star pendant back and forth, the heated lull of vodka in my belly softening my words. “I believe in happily-for-nows. They’re . . . real. Unique.” Dropping my necklace, I glanced at him, warmth and lightness pervading every cell in me. “I like
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