She didn't really need it, anyway. Charlotte is, thank the lord, not even on Deck at the moment, so Zoe's as cool as a cucumber about all attendees. Though she doesn't really want to see Hazel's ass, either. She loops her arm into Riley's and leads her deeper into the dense Club gardens. "Don't think about it," she orders. "Remember, she doesn't matter. You're above her."

Zoe could almost be a James woman. Or at least it could be said that both Huntlys and St. Johns taught her well.

"...But seriously, she must not have even thought. I wonder how many people cracked up."