CHAPTER NINETEEN

"I-It's not?" Mary asked, staring with a confused expression at Kelvin who wore an even confused look.

"Although I wish it were mine," Ashley said, pulling herself to Kelvin's seat to stand. He surely had to have something to say about her exquisitely ravishing dress. He did not.

"If it's not yours, then-" Mary stopped. Her eyes swung up to Martins, who had turned over from his idle rest and took a long sip from his drink. He hoped his eavesdropping wasn't made too obvious especially after he broke into a smirk. He felt the heat from the stares he knew Ashley and Kelvin threw at him. He peered from his lowered cup and could see Mary also looked his way. She mumbled a 'Thank you' and watched one of his eyelids rapidly close shut and open again.