"Oh, so that's who she is. Just an ex-girlfriend who couldn't make the cut."
"The way she was acting, I half expected her to claim she was the great Carter Delgado's wife."
"Please. Has she looked in a mirror? As if she could ever be good enough for him."
I lowered my gaze to the wedding ring on my left hand, tracing it with my thumb.
What a joke I am.
Mia must have noticed how pale I'd gone. She shot me a look dripping with triumph, then picked up her glass and sauntered over.
"Serena, I know what happened back then must still sting."
"But love is like that, isn't it? When it's real, not even the gods can stand in the way."
"Carter just admitted it himself. He dated you."
"But you two weren't right for each other. Otherwise, why would you have broken up? Don't you think?"
She clinked her glass lightly against mine, her smile radiant.
"Bottoms up for me. You drink as much or as little as you'd like."
Then she tipped her head back and drained every drop.
I sat there. Motionless.
The only time Carter came near me was when he made the rounds toasting everyone. When he reached my table, he paused.