I knew I would have to ask someone else if I hoped to find a different answer.
That being said, Damien was at my side like glue the rest of the evening, as if he had considered what had happened as his own personal failing. I didn’t mind being connected to him by the hip most of the time, as I loved him very dearly, but at least for a few minutes, to have some questions answered, I needed to be away from him.
Damien and I had struck up a conversation with one of the older councilmember’s wives. She was a woman with kind eyes. She had a motherly kind of smile as she leaned on her walking stick. Her husband had just left to get her a drink.
That gave me an idea.
“I am a little thirsty myself,” I said, knowing Damien, the gentleman, would move at once to see to my every need.
“Champagne?
