Claire's POV
Abby rolled her eyes. "Claire, relax."
"I'm serious."
"There are over thirty people here. I'm sure she's not plotting your downfall."
I laughed despite myself. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was overthinking it. Then a voice cut through the noise.
"Oh, Claire."
I looked up. She was staring directly at me. "Uh… yeah?" I replied awkwardly.
Abby tilted her head slightly, whispering beside me, "Okay, Do you have a problem with Melanie?"
"What do you think?" I whispered back while the girl in question continued to maintain serious eye contact with me.
Just as I turned my attention back to Melanie, her expression shifted for just a moment, something flickered across her face before she smiled. It didn't quite reach her eyes.
Then she picked up a glass from the table and clinked it. "Attention, guys. Attention."
