“Okay, babe, be honest.” Zara leans close to me.

Her lips pout at the white canopy beside us.

A toned man is there, smooching a red-haired lady.

“That one right there, would you let him ruin your life for just one night?”

I squint, pretending I don’t understand. “Ruin my life? How?”

“Oh my fucking God.” Zara throws her head back like she can’t deal with me anymore.

She gulps her champagne, then swings her hand a little too wide.

Her palm mistakenly smacks ...