Ava
The room was smokey, the scent of whiskey and cologne permeating the air. I furrowed my brow, trying to keep my expression neutral as I looked down at my cards.
“I’m all in,” one of the men around the table said, pushing his poker chips to the center.
“Wow,” Ophelia breathed as she fanned herself with her cards. “Confident, are we?”
“Aren’t I always?”
Beside me, Chris leaned over and tapped one of my cards. “That’s a good hand,” he whispered so quietly I almost couldn’t hear it. “You could call him on his bluff, or match his bet. It’s up to you.”
I shrugged and decided to just do it; it was only a game of poker for fun, after all. We weren’t betting with real money.
“You’re bluffing,” I said proudly, smirking at the man from across the table. “I’m calling it.”
“Is that so?” the
