The mansion and its grounds were packed with people. This was usually something that Nina delighted in, but it was different in Montreal than it was in New York. At home, she would know nearly every single person in the room and a few juicy tidbits about each of them - this state senator was having an affair with that state senator’s wife, the daughter of another wealthy businessman was conducting herself in a manner unbecoming with her father’s assistant, the list went on... Here, however, there were too many unfamiliar faces - she would have to come up with equally scandalous stories of her own.
That man over by the ice sculpture had a woman on his arm, who had barely spoken a word all night and looked much too young for him...an escort, perhaps? Those two young women chattering by the hors d’oeuvres were planning their own conquests for the evening. That man in the well-tailored suit was making the rounds, he looked like he must be important...
When he turned to greet the next guest, however, their eyes locked and Nina’s breath caught in her throat. Fuck. A spark of recognition flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by an unfiltered expression of surprise. “What the...”
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