–Alyssa–
After tasting Smirnoff vodka with ginger ale at my pre-party, I bought a ridiculous number of cases. Since it's not legal for me to purchase alcohol, my bodyguards handled it. Of course, they had to check with my brother or Dad first. After getting their confirmation, they bought whatever I asked for—no questions, no judgment. That's the privilege part of my life I never really asked for, but it always shows up anyway.
We headed back to the apartment with the bodyguards trailing behind us. Gina kept whispering about how hot they were. I barely reacted. They look fine, I guess. Everything feels a little muted lately.
It was supposed to be my first proper drinking night with Gina. We ordered takeout—not just for us, but for the staff too. There were more bodyguards in the house than usual, probably because Lore wasn't around. The absence sat heavier than the extra security ever could.
