Chapter 29 : At the bottom of the bottle

Baird’s POV

When I finally returned, the scene before me was a disheveled mess that mirrored the turmoil in my heart. The yard was strewn with rolling wine bottles, crumpled napkins, and other remnants of the night's revelry. Most of the guests had long since departed, leaving behind a trail of chaos that spoke volumes about the evening's events. Only some of my closest companions remained, sprawled across the lawn and furniture, lost in their drunken stupor.

Kevin, the only one still awake, met me with a weary look of regret etched on his face. “I’m sorry, Baird,” he said, his voice laden with guilt. “I tried to stop her, but Serena wouldn’t listen.”

I shook my head, waving off his apology. “It’s not your fault, Kevin. Thank you for staying with her.” I glanced at the others, slumped and snoring softly. “Can you drive them home?”

Kevin nodded, a flicker of relief passing over his features. “Of course, but are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve been through the wr