Bitter Champagne

Avery

I blinked hard, rubbing my eyes. This couldn't be real. Maybe the champagne had gone to my head? But no - there she was, perfect teeth flashing as she tossed her hair over one shoulder.

Camilla Dalton.

My stomach dropped. The bathroom mirror's confidence boost evaporated as I watched her lean toward Declan, her designer dress probably worth three months of my salary. Her laugh carried across