Chapter 77

• "Champagne?" she offers me when a butler comes past.
• "Yes, please," I say. I have never wanted alcohol more in my life, not so that I could get drunk, but so that I could relax a little.
• I had spent the next half an hour in introductions to everyone at Zac's birthday party. There were so many people in his family. There was no way I was going to remember everyone's names. There was a point where there wasn't even family anymore, but friends of friends and co-workers of the parents.