The Singles
“Folding my thin arms over my chest to warm my skin, I looked up at the light dusting of fake snow that fell over the outdoor area, recalling memories of throwing snowballs in Central Park with my mom.
What would she think of the lengths I’d gone to find out more about my stepmother?
Would she be disappointed?
Telling myself I wouldn’t ask those questions tonight, I lowered my eyes to Oliver’s guests. They crowded the area, a glitzy display of black-and-white, and I felt out of place among them. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been to parties like this before—I had, and it was usually on the arm of some high roller, but this was different.
This time, I was in Margaret’s territory.
Gazing out at the bodies dancing in the center of the courtyard and mingling along the sides, there was only a handful I was interested in.
There was Margaret—she was brushing elbows with a model I’d immediately recognized when I let her in the house earlier. Finley was at the DJ booth, and her father—the man who’d h...elped Margaret deceive me—was engaged in a deep conversation with another man.MoreLess
What would she think of the lengths I’d gone to find out more about my stepmother?
Would she be disappointed?
Telling myself I wouldn’t ask those questions tonight, I lowered my eyes to Oliver’s guests. They crowded the area, a glitzy display of black-and-white, and I felt out of place among them. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been to parties like this before—I had, and it was usually on the arm of some high roller, but this was different.
This time, I was in Margaret’s territory.
Gazing out at the bodies dancing in the center of the courtyard and mingling along the sides, there was only a handful I was interested in.
There was Margaret—she was brushing elbows with a model I’d immediately recognized when I let her in the house earlier. Finley was at the DJ booth, and her father—the man who’d h...elped Margaret deceive me—was engaged in a deep conversation with another man.MoreLess
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