The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

realized I was still wearing my mask. I pulled it from my face
and set it aside, turning to face her.
“I planned the party.”
“You’re Adeline from Pirouette!”
“I’m Adeline.” I smiled at the enthusiasm in her voice.
“Oh, this is even more embarrassing.” She closed her
eyes and threw her head back. “I love your events.”
I laughed. “Trust me, it’s not embarrassing. I haven’t
even stepped foot at one of my events in months.”
“Because of the scandal?” She shot me a sympathetic look
when I nodded. “All of my friends have had a scandal. My
brothers are the kings of scandals. I don’t think it’s as big a
deal as you think it is.”
“Everyone says that, but it doesn’t make it any easier.” I
shrugged and reached into the basket, picking up the
mouthwash and handing it to her. She took it and opened it,
reaching for a cup and rinsing her mouth.
“Is there anything in that basket that cures looking like
absolute shit at the party of the year?”
“You look fine. Besides, we’re wearing masks.”
“Very true.” She smiled as she straightened and put the
mouthwash back into the basket. “You really thought of
everything.”
“I try.”
“I went to Danika’s wedding and by the end of the third
song, I thought my feet were going to fall o , and then they
announced that under the tables they’d provided flats. I
wanted to make out with whoever came up with that idea. I
heard it was you.”
“It was. I hate it when my feet hurt at a party but I really
hate taking my shoes o , so I figured, why not provide a
solution?”
“It was brilliant. And then Erika Max’s twenty-first
birthday on the yacht? Oh my God. To die for,” she boasted.