That catches her off-guard. She looks away quickly, trying to blink the tears back before they fall. She clears her throat and grabs a glass of champagne from the tray of one of the passing waiters before taking down half of it in a single gulp. “A man can’t make me happy, Misha.”
She gives me a half-hearted smile. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” She takes a sip of her champagne, and looks around the room. “Cyrille has disappeared again.”
My sister-in-law has made herself scarce tonight. Usually, Nessa is the one who is gun-shy about these kinds of parties while Cyrille works the crowd, but it seems the roles have reversed for this one.
“She used to like this kind of thing.”
“Yeah—when she was the one hosting,” she reminds me. “She’s no longer the lady of the house. There ar
