where: welcome dinner
The smile was pretty much plastered to Scarlettâs face as her eyes scanned the crowd. Half of them were hopeless cases but there were a few that looked promising, at least. A large part of her longed for her favorite party past time â gossip â but she was here to promote this whole thing, not discuss how that girlâs shoe choice was honestly nauseating. So she made the rounds, champagne in hand, to bless everyone with her presence.
âItâs lovely, isnât it,â she mused as she approached another stranger. âThe champagne is imported from France, have you tried it?â
Emmet was enjoying the dinner, seeing the people he would be spending the next bit of his life with.  â Just about to take a sip.â He smiled. â Moving in go easy for you?â He asked, after taking a sip. It wasnât very different then the big industry parties. Â













