Chapter 200. Let’s Party Without Her

CHARLOTTE

For a few seconds, no one spoke.

The music in the club kept thumping loudly, laughter burst from another table nearby.

Glasses clinked, ice rattling, drinks refilled.

The club life went on.

But mine didn’t.

My fingers were still wrapped tightly around my glass, so tight my knuckles ached. I didn’t loosen my grip. I didn’t think I could.

“That was… weird,” Emma finally said.

I was silent.

Angela turned toward me, her eyes searching my face. “Charlotte, take a deep breath.”

I tried.

I really did.

But the lump in my throat refused to move.

My chest felt tight—too tight—like the air had thickened and decided I didn’t deserve it anymore.

“Wow,” Olive said quietly, confusion replacing her excitement. “I really thought he liked us big girls. That’s sad.” She scoffed softly.

Still, I said nothing.

My ears started ringing.

Not loudly—just enough to blur the club sounds and trap me