The bartender could've taken it easy with the drinks he served me, but how could he when the boss gave him specific instructions? I've never been one to blame others for what goes wrong in my life, but in this case, I just can't help it. I could've still chosen not to drink it,

but the heaviness in my heart was just too much.

While my aim was to forget all about my problems, the alcohol in my system has only made me feel worse and now staggering to the ladies' room, I dial Meryl's number, ready to give her a piece of my mind.

"Hello?" she says from the other end of the line. "Any luck?"

"You lied to me."

"I'm guessing that's a no."

"Do you even double check the phone numbers you share with me? Once again, it-"

"Wait, are you drunk?"

My eyes narrow. "Are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"Since when did you start taking alcohol? Do your parents kn-"

"They're not my parents," I cut her off, gritting my teeth. "You know what they've put me through despite raising me for years."

She sighs, disappointed. "The more I hear you speak, the more I confirm that you're drunk. If only those from Oakbrook Village could see you right now."

I lean against the wall with so much force that my back hurts a little. "Why do you keep changing the subject? None of the people I spoke to could help. You promised me that this was it."

"Look, I know you're disappointed but come on. It's only been two days and you've lost hope? You've wanted to search for them for years and now you finally had the balls to leave Oakbrook Village and want to quit?"

I sigh. "If you think I'm giving up and going back to that house, you're wrong."

"Then we'll keep trying. I'll do everything I can and keep you posted. Aileen?"

"What?" I ask.

"Don't drink too much."

I scoff, the call coming to an end.

to proceed to the ladies' room as I tell myself to have some more patience. If I want

I hear a sob from the next stall that I snap

that was right next to mine opens up, an elegantly dressed lady approaching the sinks with her head low. I soon recognize her as the one who's been shooting me glares. I can't help but stare at her. From head to toe,

on finishing up by fluffing my hair a little and fixing my jean jacket.

to me, rummaging through her designer purse until she takes

raise an eyebrow. "I'm sorry,

a glare through the mirror. "Do you see anyone else

I'm shocked, I respond.

I'll repeat myself. You might

"I don't understand."

eyes. "I was watching you and Liam when he came over to talk

brush in her hand. "Look at you...and then look at him. Do you actually

away from the mirror and directly face her. "Do you have a problem with me? That's the same glare you gave me from across the room when Liam came

"Cousin?"

She raises her voice a little

be his friend. There's no way you're his

say that?" She tilts her

it to my face that you'll never be his girlfriend, not in this life

drops, disappointment written all over her face. It would never be my intention to hurt someone like this but for

me?" She sneers, pointing

you don't believe me, ask him yourself." I don't care

clears her throat and shoves the brush back in her purse. "You're nothing but a leech, who's just going to

off, raising a finger. "I'm not sure what I did to you for you to speak to me this way, but I don't

kind of person you are? You're pretending to be this dumb girl who has no idea who Liam is and the power he and his family hold just so you can have his

name is Stephanie!" Her silky hair sways from her head

you have to say and honestly, I'm wasting my time

"Mark my words, leech-"

"It's Aileen."

your

"Then use it."

"Whatever it is you think will come

what you're

forces a chuckle. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. I see you're still playing dumb. Enough of this. I'm done with the likes of you." She grimaces, taking a few steps away while covering her nose with her

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