But instead of judgement, or weird looks, that got a cheer. Lola told her to teach the two youngest sisters how to keep their legs closed.
Five bottles of beer in, with sips of brandy here and there. Chayara's inhibitions were draining. She was no longer nervous.
She was Chayara Numero. Queen of the dance floor. Sovereign of shots.
She laughed until her sides hurt. She danced with Zara and Skye, doing ridiculous moves with zero coordination. She argued passionately with Nova about what being a feminist actually meant.
Guy watched it all with a dazed sort of affection. His eyes never left her. When she stumbled, when she roared with laughter, he looked proud.
