“So,” Leo huffed, sauntering arm-in-arm with Edie, “have you slept with him yet? The Kennedy.” She craned her neck as dark eyes took in the scene around them. She had a good view of the world around them, thanks to her leggy build, but deciphering who was who was no easy feat. Everything felt Shakespeare-esque in its own regard, Leo thought, not only with the costumes but also with the magnificent lighting, dancing, and drinking. Despite her usual aversion to grand events, a foxlike grin crept its way to her face. Perhaps it was the warm wine sloshing around in her stomach or how she could pretend to be someone else for an evening, but it felt foreign and joyful and good. Leo nudged Edie’s side, smirking at her, “Could tonight potentially be the night?” @ediesckolov