Chanel and Paris are still making merry in the living room. They're dancing around and playing music, and it's only after I'm half way across the room to the door that they realize they have company.
"Hey Allison?" Chanel's voice stops me dead in my tracks.
I consider ignoring her, but as a last minute thought, I turn to look at her.
"What?"
"Is it true? That you're related to Peyton?"
Paris rolls her eyes when I frown at them.
"Don't act so shocked. We already know about that. Chanel overhead Cameron on the phone with Ace. She didn't catch the full conversation, and Cam wouldn't tell her anything, so it's up to you to fill us in."
"That's alright. I'm gonna pass."
Paris grabs the fresh bottle of wine from the table and walks towards me. She's quite drunk if the way she wobbles
