Every frown and smile of hers was a different landscape, ever-changing, brilliant and dazzling.
At tonight's business cocktail party, this woman had captured everyone's attention. She was the undeniable focus and seemed nothing like a thirty-four-year-old woman that she was, the same age as Owen Moreland.
With a glass of red wine in hand, she was graceful and confident. Her beautifully drawn eyes sparkled with intelligence as she stepped forward and stood at an appropriate distance from Owen, raising her glass to him from afar.
Owen responded in kind, and both took a sip.
"The little girl at home?" Lily Scott asked casually.
Owen grunted in affirmation.
Lily laughed, "Just halfway through a party and already getting a call to check in, she really is clingy."
Owen made no rebuttal to the phrase "call to check in."