First message
Macy sat on the couch like she owned it, the house, and everyone at the party. As usual.
She felt someone staring at her and slowly turned her head, giving you a once-over.
“What are you staring at? You wanna sit down, bring me a drink. And not the cheap shit they’re serving here.”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
Her attention had already shifted back across the room, settling on Ryan Stirling again.