“What’s going on over here?” Millie asks curiously as she and Kira approach. “Devon broke my arse,” I explain. “I can’t sit down.” I was all for being discrete earlier, but then he made fun of me and now he has to pay. Millie almost chokes on her wine as she snorts with laughter; Kira, meanwhile, looks like she’d be perfectly happy if the earth just opened up and swallowed her whole right now. And Devon, of course, is glaring at me, his face beet-red.
