Ava
I stood by the window, lost in thought. The party was in full swing, but my mind was elsewhere. Was I probably and deeply in love with my husband, Caspian? The way my breath hitches, the way my face reddens, the f*****g way my heart flutters, and the way those butterflies fill my stomach because of the man that I hate so much.
I needed a drink to clear my head, something light and refreshing. As I turned to make my way to the cellar, I spotted Clara walking towards me with a smile on her face. She was holding two glasses of champagne, and my stomach dropped slightly. I felt a pang of discomfort as she approached me.
"Hello, ma'am," Clara said, her voice cheerful. "Your hands look empty, and I was thinking you might want a drink. Here you go."
I hesitated for a moment before taking
