Chapter 50

AMANDA

I confess that the party was not going as bad as I thought at first, although that must be because Emiliana has not left my side for a single moment. We had gone down at least an hour ago, listening to the complaints she made about the drink we chose was priceless. Several times I was on the verge of yelling at him that it was a party, which means we couldn't afford six-hundred-dollar bottles for each guest, let alone a hundred dollars. And let it be known that the responsibility was entirely theirs, no one told them to invite who knows how many people.

“I'm going to get something to drink, I'll be right back.” said Emiliana getting up from the sofa where we were sitting. When we finished dancing, we decided it was time to join our friends and we already had approximately thirty minutes laughing at the nonsense that Camilo said.

“Wasn't our reservation too cheap for you?” I asked before she left with the obvious intention of needling her. My girlfriend gave