Eden’s pov:
“He loves me. He loves me not,” Cindy and I sang merrily, dancing awkwardly together. “‘Cause I don’t know the difference when our clothes are off…”
“Someone’s having a good time, I see,” one of Clarissa’s reverent minions snorted, trying and failing to ruin the evening for me.
“And someone’s got nothing better to do than to watch us, obviously,” Cindy retorted, her words laced with venom.
I merely flipped off the little bimbo, and she showed such an aggrieved expression I could have laughed, but chose to roll my eyes instead.
“Who do you think you are?” She all but growled, seemingly ready to throw hands at me.
“The name’s Eden Summers, and you are?”
My words made her see red. It was clear as day that she was not used to this kind of reaction. It showed in the na
