Regina met Harvey's gaze—just like in the memories of her childhood. His eyes were still unbearably beautiful. When calm, they were like a piece of warm jade; but when they flickered, they shone with the brilliance of stars scattered across the night sky.
A discarded pair of shoes...
Heh.
So now, in his eyes, she had become that worthless?
She gave a wry, bitter smile, then lowered her gaze, concealing the shimmer of pain in her eyes. She tightened her grip on the tray, her knuckles white. She wouldn't falter. Not now. This job—won through tooth and nail with Waldo's help—could not be risked.
A chill breeze swept through the casino floor, and despite the warmth inside, the hairs on Regina's arms rose. Outside, a pale moon hung low over the horizon—almost full. She could feel it, the familiar tug in her blood. But she forced it down.
Steadying herself, she stepped forward, voice cool and even: "Gentlemen, your drinks."