My head swung so fast I thought my neck would dislocate. “This dress cost that much?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t pay for it. It was a gift from the designer.”

It was moments like these I realized how truly different my sister’s life was from mine. I had more money than I knew what to do with thanks to my inheritance, but I wasn’t walking around in clothes that cost ten grand. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t stolen any of Liam’s pizza earlier.

“Have you seen the food?” I asked Dante. “Because I’m about to eat so much this thing will look like a maternity dress.”

Dante tilted his head back, throwing laughter toward the ceiling. “If you manage to make that happen, please come straight to me. It’s over there.” He gestured to the other side of the room. Or the tent.

“Thank you!” I grabbed Eva’s wrist and pulled her with me. “I should have stolen your pizza earlier.”

“We both should have. Food is a great idea.”

A table nearly as long as the room itself was stuffed with food. Mountains of crab puffs, charcuterie, a line of hot, covered dishes full of comfort foods, and down at the end I saw a grocery store’s worth of fruit nearby three different chocolate fountains.

All at once, the scent of cake washed over me, like a bakery come to life, and I groaned. “Fuck, do you smell that? I need a cupcake.”

Eva looked at me, then she looked all along the table. “What? There aren’t any cupcakes here.”

“Then Dante must have been wrong because I smell cupcakes and now it’s all I can think about.” Sweet vanilla frosting and yellow cake. The craving was so strong, I would have eaten the cupcakes you found in plastic containers at a gas station just to make sure my stomach stopped its rebellion.

“Esme,” Eva called after me, laughing. “You’re having food hallucinations right now.”

“It’s because I’m so hungry,” I said over my shoulder, pushing towards the front of the room where the scent was coming from. I swore they must have come straight out of the oven. “It’ll be fine. Just one and my brain will be back to normal.”

That wasn’t true. With a craving this strong? I’d probably be six cupcakes deep before I felt like stopping.

“Esme—” Eva called out as I crashed into something. Someone. I turned, looking at a man sitting in a chair, while another man sat in front of him with his wrist out. The guy I’d just run into was holding a tattoo machine and in the middle of tattooing some kind of symbol on the guy’s wrist.