Cooper Coldson's gaze flickered across the woman's waist, and his expression turned unsightly to the extreme.
He finally understood what all those spending alerts were about.
"Yolanda, what a coincidence, you're here too?"
Melissa Greenwood greeted sweetly from the side.
Yolanda Greenwood struggled to lift her head, finally making out the people before her.
Cooper Coldson and Melissa Greenwood, followed by their respective friends.
"Melissa, why bother with her? Don't want to dirty your eyes, do you?"
Wendy Bennett, Melissa's good friend, began with a sneer.
She had also been at that birthday party.
"Dirty?" Lola Gold's fists clenched in an instant, "Wendy Bennett, how many years has your mouth been pickled, that taste is really..."
"You!" Wendy Bennett flushed with anger, red in the face and neck.
"Wendy," Melissa Greenwood tugged at Wendy Bennett, "stop it. No matter what, Yolanda is still Cooper's wife, and besides, she's my cousin."