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His phone was pressed to his ear – probably trying to call me.
The woman he’d been locked onto in the hallway outside the restrooms followed him out.
She grabbed his sleeve, saying something. Liam looked annoyed, snapped a few words back. As she didn’t let go, he shoved her away.
He strode towards the exit.
The girl crumpled, sobbing on the floor.
When the lights flashed over her, I recognized her face.
Young. Pretty. Familiar somehow.
I couldn’t place her until my friend nudged me,
"Sophie, is your phone dead?"
"Your fiancé’s blowing up my phone."
I glanced at her screen. Call in progress.
The bar music was deafening, so my friend helpfully put it on speaker.
I could just make out Liam’s voice, "Babe? Where are you? Please, let me explain!"
I reached over and ended the call.
My friend looked stunned,
"You’re not going to talk to him? He sounds frantic."
Looking at the girl Liam had shoved away being helped up, I said softly,
"Tonight’s supposed to be my bachelorette party. Screw men tonight."
