CAPTIVATING. ( @jamesmrchs. )
it feels as if her blood has turned to pins and needles: it rushes through her veins with a ferocious intensity, gathering on the apples of pale cheeks as she listens to the man speak to his guest. each time she thought it safe to steal a glance, he would be staring right back; fervent gaze unfaltering as he sips champagne.
cathy knows who he is her friends haven’t stopped talking about him since they arrived JAMES PATRICK MARCH, entrepreneur and architect to the stars. he’s the host of this party ( the grand opening of his hotel ), and she must introduce herself sometime, lest she be considered rude.
‘ mr. march, ‘ she starts, her melodic french lilt tumbling softly from red-painted lips, ‘ my name is catherine de sauveterre. i’m here with a friend a few, in fact but ... i wasn’t invited. you see, i ... didn't want to seem discourteous by crashing your party and neglecting to, at least, introduce myself. ‘
