Celeste stared at the picture Amara just showed her. It was taken two nights ago, from the night at the club.
She had her head pressed against his chest, and Dominic had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist like he'd do it again and again if given the chance. Another one showed him lifting her over his shoulders. Her head was thrown back in laughter, her legs were dangling, and her skirt was dangerously close to revealing too much.
There were others too. Shots taken from different angles. Some were of her sitting on his lap, others of him whispering into her ear with an intensity that left no room for interpretation.
She was so drunk that night that she almost didn't remember anything.
Amara's expression was tight. "This has already made rounds on Twitter, Instagram, Reddit... even a few gossip blogs picked it up."
Celeste's fingers trembled as she scrolled through the images. Her pulse hammered against her skin. Her mind was a spinning carousel of shame and disbelief.
