Meliza's POV
Ruby handed me a glass of cocktail, the condensation cool against my fingertips. For a moment, I hesitated, my instinct telling me to refuse. I wasn't much of a drinker, and I knew alcohol wouldn't magically erase Ethan's cruel words from my memory. But tonight wasn't about dwelling on the past but escaping it.
So, before I could second-guess myself, I took the glass and downed it in one gulp. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, a mix of sweetness and fire, and for a fleeting second, it felt like I was in control.
My friends around me laughed and chattered, their voices blending into a blur of noise. I wanted to tune them out and let their carefree energy carry me somewhere far from my thoughts. But I had to engage, nodding here, offering a forced laugh there, pretending I was just another guest at the party and not a girl whose heart still ached in the presence of her ex.