With his Gucci suit and his Hermes tie, with that stupid smirk on his face. Look at him just sitting there, like a big fat toad, just lording it over the rest of us mere mortals. I reached for my glass of wine to dull the ache that was starting behind my eye. Good grief, I never thought I’d get flop sweat at my own dinner table. If he knew what was good for him he’d get that smirk off his face before she noticed that it was aimed at her. Now she’s gone and put her across from the poor man, who was directly in the line of fire. If Cynthia had had any sense, she would've put Maxie on the end closest to me, so I could at least kick her under the table if she had one of her spells.
My imp never does the expected, except when it’s the worst possible thing, and then you can be sure she’s gonna do it. I thought for sure that after she met him she would follow her sisters in that simpering nonsense females do when they see a guy they like, but no. I know my imp and she's not one to be trifled with. Whatever it is that's brewing is not going to be pretty. Oh boy, Cynthia may not get that peaceful dinner she was aiming for after all. She couldn’t be this put out because her sister was getting married. I saw her make a deep sigh and then relax, and wondered what that was about. I knew the second she felt my eyes on her and looked away just as she turned to me. It’s like I could see through that veneer of bravery she wore so well, to the hurt, scared little girl inside. For all her veiled hostility there was something about her that called to the protective male in me. That face so amazingly expressive, like an open book. She was too busy glaring at Jenny and Miranda, who bracketed me, across from her, and the engaged couple, to notice me watching her. The lady of the house announced dinner some twenty minutes later, cutting short Jenny's narration of all her modeling accomplishments, which were vast.Īs luck would have it, I was seated across from Maxie, who looked like she'd tasted something foul. "Dinner is served, if you'll follow me." Thank fuck. Very interesting indeed! I tuned back into whatever Jenny was saying and promised to strangle my dear old friend in his sleep for straddling me with her. It was as if the joy or the light, that’s it, it’s as though the light had gone out of the room. She sailed out of the room and the room went flat.
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