Well into the mini souffle, Madison's quasi-orgasmic experience was interrupted by the arrival of the whitest knight, the charming cook, the 'bff'. Madison looked up at him, spoon in mouth, and tried for the closest thing to a smile she could muster in that circumstance. He was coming to break up the party, she was pretty sure. Madison pretended to pay attention to her souffle, and her spoon, and yet her ears were firmly planted on whatever was happening between the other two. Finding her opportunity to chime in, Madison smiled and leaned over in Evie's direction.
"Of course you can. I mean, you are!" God, did she not get told this enough? Face like that, hair like that - much more vibrant than Madison's for a start - and a body like that to boot, why was it so hard for Evie to think of herself as pretty? These fucking limp-dicked morons and their self-esteem issues. For fuck's sake. She continued to eat her souffle as the scene unfolded. If she were lucky, Evie wouldn't mention to Jack that the glass of wine had been her idea. She wasn't keen on hearing some self-righteous diatribe about giving more alcohol to the drunk. It wasn't off-limits until someone passed out. And with that in mind, Madison set the spoon down and picked up her own glass of wine to take a sip.