Iris
When I finally work up the courage to emerge from the coat closet, I’m both surprised and relieved to find that the event is going on just the same as it was before. The walls aren’t burning down and no one looks at me as I make my way back to the main area, so I suppose that means that whatever form of damage control Arthur used on Selina actually worked.
However, just as I’m walking over to the bar for a much-needed drink—preferably straight vodka—I’m accosted by Alice.
“Don’t go over there,” she commands, looping her arm through mine and guiding me away.
I frown, trying to look over in that direction, but she yanks me away before I can. “Why not? What’s going on?” I ask.
Alice gives me a sympathetic look. “They were kissing just now,” she says, her voice low. Sh
