Nicholas
I picked up my drink from the open bar—a whiskey, neat, just to help the night pass by a little more quickly. As I glanced around the crowded venue, I couldn’t seem to spot Kayla anywhere in the sea of glittering gowns and crisp tuxedos.
She had shown up in a flurry, in typical fashion for her, upset over her choice of outfit.
Honestly, I thought she looked sort of cute. She didn’t need to put on a sparkling dress or expensive jewelry, and that simply would have been a plus. I didn’t tease her, of course, over the fact that she looked like the staff, even though I really wanted to.
But when she had hurried off to fix her hair, I hadn’t stopped her. I just shook my head, suppressed a chuckle, and got myself a drink.
That was nearly fifteen minutes ago, and she
