house.
I leaned back in the chair, propping my legs up on the next chair over in a most unladylike way. I didn't really care, it wasn't like Karina was here to see me. The other people bustled past me, thankfully ignoring my very existence. While I was alone, I was a nobody. It was only while I was at Sebastian's side that I mattered, at least in this place.
To be honest, I was currently okay with that. It made escaping for a little 'me time' easier.
If I leaned heavy to the side, I could just see the top of Sebastian’s head through he thick swarm of ever moving dancers and waiters. He didn't look as though he was particularly missing me either. He was probably glad not to have to keep up the rouse for a little while.
I was perfectly content to give him as much time as he needed, as I ordered another glass form the waiter.
Tipping my head back, I downed that glass of white wine in a way that would have made my lush of a mother in law proud.
As another song ended and a new one began, I realized it was about time I made my return back to our boring company. Fortunately enough for me, the line at the restroom had barely moved an inch. The length of my disappearance would be all too believable, and I was much more content with a little champagne in my belly.
Climbing to my stilettoed feet, the heel of shoe caught in the gossamer length of my gown. I stumbled, champagne glass flying free from my hand like a bug escaping a net.
The glass tumbled to the ground, noisily crashing into a hundred tiny specks of crystal.
The entire room seemed to fall silent, my hands pressing hard against my face in sheer mortification. I glanced around, face and neck going crimson as Alissa’s hair, only to find that no one was staring at me for making a fool of myself.
No, the people were turning slowly towards the front door.
I peered around them, apologizing to the waiter quickly who had to clean up my mess, as a scarlet head bobbed through the entrance.
Alissa Grant stood there, George Davis slightly behind her.
The woman flicked her perfect red curls over her exposed shoulder, allowing a man to take her coat.
The bright red dress, if it was even long enough to be called so, clung tight to her body. The neck of her gown dipped almost down to her belly button in a deep V, her cleavage threatening to explode. The back of her gown, which she just so happened to spin and show off, was equally as exposing.
I was almost jealous she had the body and confidence to wear something like that. No wonder George was so into her.
Sharply, I turned back around, searching for the familiar face of my husband in the crowd. Of course I would have left him just when he needed someone at his side. No doubt he was being interrogated by the executives over the lack of Karina and this new, sexy surprise guest.
Slowly, the chiming chatter of the party guests began to resume its vigor. They had plenty of gossip fodder now.
I stumbled my way through the people, unsure if it was the heels or the alcohol that made it so difficult to stay up straight.
After minutes of searching, I finally found him.
"So, I suppose Karina won't be joining us this evening." The man who'd spoken to me not long ago questioned, eyebrow arched as he watched the front door where George and Alissa had made their grand, fashionably late entrance.
"I'm afraid not." Sebastian replied stiffly, turning to face me, "Did you see them?" He asked softly into my ear, gaze searching the sea of people.
With a simple nod, I slid my hand into his, interlacing my fingers within his own.
I wasn't going to let him forget that someone was still on his side.
"Hello gentleman." A feminine voice purred as Alissa moved closer.
She swayed her hips with the seductiveness of a succubus, her makeup heavy and lips fire engine red. The girl had already gotten her wealthy lover to leave his wife, I wasn't sure what she was working so hard for.
Then, I realized her gaze was focused intensely on my
I leaned back in the chair, propping my legs up on the next chair over in a most unladylike way. I didn't really care, it wasn't like Karina was here to see me. The other people bustled past me, thankfully ignoring my very existence. While I was alone, I was a nobody. It was only while I was at Sebastian's side that I mattered, at least in this place.
To be honest, I was currently okay with that. It made escaping for a little 'me time' easier.
If I leaned heavy to the side, I could just see the top of Sebastian’s head through he thick swarm of ever moving dancers and waiters. He didn't look as though he was particularly missing me either. He was probably glad not to have to keep up the rouse for a little while.
I was perfectly content to give him as much time as he needed, as I ordered another glass form the waiter.
Tipping my head back, I downed that glass of white wine in a way that would have made my lush of a mother in law proud.
As another song ended and a new one began, I realized it was about time I made my return back to our boring company. Fortunately enough for me, the line at the restroom had barely moved an inch. The length of my disappearance would be all too believable, and I was much more content with a little champagne in my belly.
Climbing to my stilettoed feet, the heel of shoe caught in the gossamer length of my gown. I stumbled, champagne glass flying free from my hand like a bug escaping a net.
The glass tumbled to the ground, noisily crashing into a hundred tiny specks of crystal.
The entire room seemed to fall silent, my hands pressing hard against my face in sheer mortification. I glanced around, face and neck going crimson as Alissa’s hair, only to find that no one was staring at me for making a fool of myself.
No, the people were turning slowly towards the front door.
I peered around them, apologizing to the waiter quickly who had to clean up my mess, as a scarlet head bobbed through the entrance.
Alissa Grant stood there, George Davis slightly behind her.
The woman flicked her perfect red curls over her exposed shoulder, allowing a man to take her coat.
The bright red dress, if it was even long enough to be called so, clung tight to her body. The neck of her gown dipped almost down to her belly button in a deep V, her cleavage threatening to explode. The back of her gown, which she just so happened to spin and show off, was equally as exposing.
I was almost jealous she had the body and confidence to wear something like that. No wonder George was so into her.
Sharply, I turned back around, searching for the familiar face of my husband in the crowd. Of course I would have left him just when he needed someone at his side. No doubt he was being interrogated by the executives over the lack of Karina and this new, sexy surprise guest.
Slowly, the chiming chatter of the party guests began to resume its vigor. They had plenty of gossip fodder now.
I stumbled my way through the people, unsure if it was the heels or the alcohol that made it so difficult to stay up straight.
After minutes of searching, I finally found him.
"So, I suppose Karina won't be joining us this evening." The man who'd spoken to me not long ago questioned, eyebrow arched as he watched the front door where George and Alissa had made their grand, fashionably late entrance.
"I'm afraid not." Sebastian replied stiffly, turning to face me, "Did you see them?" He asked softly into my ear, gaze searching the sea of people.
With a simple nod, I slid my hand into his, interlacing my fingers within his own.
I wasn't going to let him forget that someone was still on his side.
"Hello gentleman." A feminine voice purred as Alissa moved closer.
She swayed her hips with the seductiveness of a succubus, her makeup heavy and lips fire engine red. The girl had already gotten her wealthy lover to leave his wife, I wasn't sure what she was working so hard for.
Then, I realized her gaze was focused intensely on my
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