Once Lillian escaped the crowd, she let out a deep breath, finally feeling some relief.
Everyone had been bombarding her with questions—about her jewelry, her handbag, her gown. The same topics, over and over again. Sometimes it felt like flattery, other times it dripped with envy.
Then there were the ones fishing for details about her relationship with Claude, but that was something she would never disclose. Letting people know there was tension between them would do her no good.
Not to mention the overwhelming mix of perfume clinging to those women—it had left her feeling lightheaded. It was a good excuse to slip away.
Lillian pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her palms—sweaty from being held by Claude earlier.
Suddenly, she felt a tug on her gown.
Looking down, she saw a stilett
