After the emcee said a few words of thanks, the mingling started. Joshua was almost immediately swamped by admirers. I gave him a soft smile because now he was over his nerves, his confidence was shining through. I loved seeing him like this.
Since he was otherwise occupied, and I didn’t want to interrupt, I headed for the bar in the corner of the banquet hall. I wanted a glass of Moscato. And then I just wanted to stand back and watch Joshua thrive in this environment.
“You’re here with Joshua Rhinehardt?”
The voice startled me, and I nearly slopped my newly acquired wine over the edge of the glass. I had to take a second to make sure I wasn’t glaring when I turned to the speaker. He was about my height, with a pretty, almost delicate face. His smile was pleasant and sincere. He would have been the kind of guy that would have turned my head before. But he was asking about Joshua. I hated him on sight.
“Yep,” I said with a casualness I didn’t feel.