#Chapter 193: Oops.

Almara’s Pov I shouldn’t have had that last vodka shot. Unfortunately, it’s too late now so I might as well go with it! Where is Arthur? I lean against a wall in the living room and try to think through that last shot. Why is the wall moving? Oh wait, that’s just me. I laugh at myself. Wow, I haven’t been drunk since . . . I don’t know. Where is Arthur? I count off the original guests in my head, this is how I’ve been checking in with myself. If I can recall the original guests and our last encounter then I’m not that drunk. Though not a guest, first things first, Grace is in bed. She went to bed a long time ago. I tucked her in, that was before the first handle of vodka was gone and before more and more people started showing up. Oh, that’s right. It all starts coming back. Grace went to bed, more old rich friends of Arthur showed up. My parents are staying over, they’re with Grace, that’s right. Okay, so, Grace and my parents are accounted for. After more friends came, I storm