His brother offered Paul a grand to buy you out for the night, and these are friends of yours?” she scolded. “I’m not friends with his brother Serena, just with Mason, and he’s not as bad as Paul makes him out to be. We are friends, that’s all.”She looked at me suspiciously and took a sip of her wine. Suddenly a familiar song came on and my sister smiled wide. “That’s our jam sis, let’s go dance,” she said pulling me off the chair and onto the dance floor. My sister and I were both tall, both naturally blonde. She wore a long dark burgundy dress with a low-cut back, and at age thirty with two kids, her body was perfect. We started dancing and singing and being our silly selves. Paul and Eric joined us a few seconds later. I closed my eyes while I was dancing and unknowingly strayed away from the group. Suddenly I had someone grab my waist from behind and started dancing with me. I looked and it was the taller version of Mason, his brother. I pulled away and kept dancing but he came back and put his hands on my hips this time.
