Olivia
"I need another drink," I announced, draining the last of my wine. The warmth of the alcohol was helping me forget my problems, at least temporarily.
"Coming right up," Emilia waved at the bartender. "Hey! Another round over here!"
Claire leaned forward, her words slightly slurred. "So what's the plan for this weekend? Any fancy dates with Mr. CEO?"
I groaned. "I thought we agreed not to talk about Alexander."
"No, you agreed," Ariana corrected with a smirk. "We just nodded politely."
"You guys are the worst friends ever," I laughed, reaching for my newly arrived wine glass.
"The best," Emilia corrected. "We're the best friends ever because we care enough to be nosy about your love life."
I was about to respond when a woman stumbled toward our table, drink sloshing in her ha
