Misha walked into Anthony’s office with two days to go before that mating ball was to be held, and looked right at him. She’d not canceled it and to her knowledge neither had he. She’d gotten nothing from the allied on the list regarding not coming or acknowledging it had been canceled.
“What are you doing about the mating ball?” she asked him directly.
“I’ve decided that it’s going to go ahead as scheduled,” he stated quite simply, and she wondered just how much effort he had to use to say it like that, knowing the ramifications it was going to cause. “I do hope you’ll be attending it.” he commented after a slight pause.
She felt all eyes in this office on her now. “Why wouldn’t I?” she countered.
“Because it’s very clear to not only myself, but others that you don’t want to spend any
