k, let their eyes scrape over her like sandpaper. The silence s
she wearing?" "She looks insane.
er fingers were wrapped so tightly around her champagn
ect concern. But her eyes were mocking, enjoy
with a sharp, rhythmic click. She picked up a flute of champagne and downed it in one g
wrist. The grip was bruising, cru
and expensive cologne. The sce
oked at his white-knuckled grip on her
nnis hissed, his jaw clenched tight
her fingernails lightly down the front of his tailored suit. She looked up at him
purred. "Isn't this what
seased, wiping his palm on his pants. He glanced around the room, ma
," he snarled. "Stop
king at his perfectly composed, hypocritical face made her sto
ed, his eyes feigning warmth. "Harlene, please. R
sharp as glass. "You were happy because
rol. He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging into her collarbones.
uching his ear. "You look just like all the oth
el catching on the edge of the carpet. She crashed into a
the room once again. Every hea
ed forward, his hand outstretched, his face the pic
f, brushing a shard of glass off her shoulder. Sh
id, her voice ringing cl
s face, leaving only panic. He realized
turning and melting into the crowd
om the bar. She turned, her eyes scanning the sea of faces until they l
n Ric
toward the woman, a mocki
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