Davina's POV
I kept my gaze fixed downward, concentrating on the drinks wobbling on my tray.
The glittering overhead lights bathed Velvet Crown in their usual glow, illuminating the predictable sight—spoiled rich kids sprawled across velvet seats in their thousand-dollar shirts and couture gowns, nursing ridiculously expensive cocktails like they owned the universe.
Nothing new there. I'd grown accustomed to being invisible unless they wanted their glasses refilled. Accustomed to their obnoxious laughter as they flaunted their trust funds and family connections.
Tonight, though, my mind refused to stay focused. It wasn't the demanding customers or the thumping bass line. It was someone's absence—someone I desperately wanted to stop thinking about.
Irvin.
I bit down hard on my lower lip and shoved the thought aside. I was finished with him.
After this morning's disaster, I'd sworn to myself I was done.
I wouldn't be his entertainment anymore.
