Max mumbled as he scanned the ballroom, which was brimming with women decked out in bling and men in tuxedos. They were downtown, in the most luxurious hotel in Boston, where apparently the Vaughans had been giving the best and most exclusive end-of-the-year party since for fucking ever. Annie had told him there were several events she had to attend with her grandmother, and this was one of those. She’d mentioned also that he could skip it if he didn’t want to go, but no way was he celebrating the New Year without her. “You’ll do great,” she said, gently patting his chest. “Just a couple of hours. I always leave soon after the New Year is announced. We’ll make it in time to go shoot some fireworks with your brothers.” “Okay. But let’s stop in the way to Alden to get some food.” He was starving and by the looks of it, what was on the waiters’ trays wasn’t going to cut it. She grinned. “This is a place to see and be seen. Everyone here feeds through photosynthesis.”
