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It almost seemed like Mason’s publicist was going to give him the weekend to process and maybe even enjoy the newness of being married but she spent Saturday alternating between calling and texting him throughout the day Saturday to remind him of a charity event she RSVP’d him for. She’d text him at least three times to reiterate that she had only gotten him one ticket because it was at a time where he was single. Each of those texts had made him roll his eyes. She’d called him to make sure he had dressed nicely for it and called again to tell him where it was being held; and again to tell him...well he couldn’t care to remember at this point what the other plethora of calls and texts were about.
He’d shown up to the event, appropriately dressed and with a check inside his jacket pocket. Looking about the spectacle, he couldn’t help noticing how similar it was to every other charity event he had been a part of thus far and it made him internally sigh. As the orchestra music played at the far end of the grand ballroom and a few people took interest in dancing to it, Mason wandered over to the tables of finger food, swiping a flute of champagne off of a passing waiter’s tray. He tipped the glass back for a sip while dropping his gaze to survey the various platters that weren’t being circuited around the room. Mason reached to pick up a miniature quiche but nearly brushed fingertips with someone else. Glancing up, he hastened to an apology but stopped midway with a suspicious smile, “I know you... or have spoken to you before.” His silence was somewhat drawn out until he pointed and guess, “Riley, right?” Letting the appetizer alone, he slipped his free hand inside his pants pocket while sarcastically asking, “Having a blast here?”