After Alex left, I felt a wave of emotions crashing over me, and I knew I needed a strong drink to numb the pain and confusion. Heading to the bar, I ordered four margaritas in one go, hoping they could drown out the things he had said. The bartender looked concerned, but he didn't say anything as he prepared the drinks.

　　As I sipped on the first margarita, my gaze drifted to the dance floor, where Cher was moving gracefully. She looked so radiant and happy in her reception ...