Courtney in Farrell's shirt

Molly:

I noticed Courtney accompanying Farrell to the stage. My face hardened immediately, and I scrunched it up with my hands, which I squeezed into a fist. Before walking down to the front of the stage, she gave Farrell a quick hug.

That was supposed to be me. I swear she gave me a brief glance and pretended I was not there. What was it with all these women?

“Attention, everyone,” Farrell said, tapping the microphone.

I could not hear a thing Farrell was saying because my blood was boiling and I was green with envy.

My mind was only on the fact that this woman stood in front of him flirting with him, and he seemed to enjoy it because his gaze was fixed on her. He did not even bother looking around the hall to see if I was there.

My heart hurt so much, but there was nothing I could do. When I could not stand it any longer, I turned around and walked over to the table with drinks and snacks. I opened one bottle.

“Hey,” Paula said to me as I reached for a glass.

When I turned around, th