Leilani
With a flute of champagne in my hand, Neil had led me around the gold decked tables, introducing me proudly to the guests whom I had not met before, and many of them were particularly arrested by my beautiful glowing appearance. Most of them were men, to be precise. A couple of the women acted indifferent while a couple of the young ladies present, looked at me like they wished they were the ones in Neil’s arms instead of me.
My eyes discreetly scanned the guests behind the man who was laughing loudly with Neil and reliving moments that I had no part of.
Cora was nowhere to be found.
After Ms. Declan arrived, the guest seemed more pumped up, because they could sense something dramatic slowly, gradually, and quietly unfolding.
The host of event was a lanky woman in a sweeping, scarlet dress that was sure to catch the eye of every guest within sight. A mouthpiece hung by her hair as a glass of champagne casually sat in her left hand.