She snaked her way through a hideous sea of pink and green. Hardly her style. She was more of a leather and suede kinda girl.
Which is exactly why he liked her. Complete opposite of what he already had.
She reached the table and dropped a smartly wrapped baby gift.
The crowd was too busy with their martinis and their socialite gossip to notice her. But they weren’t the intended target.
Was signing the gift card too much? She didn’t think so. She only put her name. She could’ve put her role.
Now that would’ve set a few tongues wagging.
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