“Hang in there, you’re doing great,” Hayden whispered into Callie’s ear. Callie exhaled in relief and put a hand to her stomach. The little fleet of butterflies were starting to settle down. Finally.
“Little devils,” she muttered.
“What’s that?” Hayden asked before she took a sip of her champagne.
“Oh, nothing,” Callie covered quickly.
Both she and Hayden were clinging to the outskirts of the party. The large gilded ballroom was full of people, all dressed exquisitely. A jazz band played at the back of the ballroom, but no one was dancing. Everyone was mingling and talking. Callie’s feet hurt and she was hungry. If she ate more than a few finger sandwiches she’d bust out of the dress, which would not be a good thing.
Across the room, Wes was engaged in conversation with a few men who
