CLOSED STARTER FOR: @nateblackwood
LOCATION: seattle, 2017
While she liked to think that she wasn’t the petty type, Verity couldn’t help the small smirk that played on her lips as her gaze wandered the ballroom. Guests in formal wear flitted this way and that, laughing over the rim of their champagne flutes as jazz music swirled from the band onstage. It was an extravagant event, but nothing less was expected when the host bore the name of Raymond Blackwood. Although she had never been interested in corporate affairs, she had been nothing but gracious in accepting the invitation, complete with a personal note from Raymond Sr. himself thanking her for the generous donation towards the foundation.
Her attention returned to her date, some bigwig at the publishing company she was contracted under, as he guided her to the attention of the host, himself, standing with his son. Verity smiled serenely as her gaze met Nate’s for the first time in two years.