Fuck it!

Alas! It was over, all of it.

She catwalked back to the head table, even as the smile she forced at her sister and Jonah disappeared from her face.

She needed two things; lots of drinks, and a taxi to get the hell out of here.

She walked steadily, her head held high, chin and shoulders up. She would never look down again, ever.

She arrived at the head table, picked a bottle of champagne and excused herself. She was going to find a corner and drink herself to stupor.

She walked towards the exit of the room and found a stool there. With a weak smile, she fell on it, still clutching the champagne bottle in her hands.

Luckily, it had already been open, but was more full than empty.

She pressed the lid to her lips and took her first gulp.

Fuck all of them, she thought. She would make lemonades out of the bitter lemons they served her today, she would make sure of it.

Halfway into the bottle and ten curse words later, she caught sight of a familiar male figure heading towards her.