Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. When I glanced at Simone while singing one of Adele’s latest, she was visibly swaying to the music. I watched as she ordered another drink for herself and Dwight. A few minutes later, in the middle of my acoustic version of a La Roux song, she got up and grabbed Dwight’s hand and they started dirty dancing. I knew things were going to go south pretty quickly. All it took was for Simone to completely lose what little inhibition she had and that wig would come off and her secret would be out. Nick’s would turn into a madhouse of paparazzi, and fans would swarm. Not that this was a bad thing for the bar, of course, but it wouldn’t go over well for Simone . . . or me. I decided it was time to take a break and get them both back into their seats. Simone grinned broadly at me and gave me a hug. “Hey bestie, you are actually half-way decent!” She glanced at Dwight. “Isn’t she?” Dwight smiled. “Yeah, not bad, Evie.” The three of us sat down, and Simone leaned towards me excitedly.
