Chapter FourLooking more concerned than angry, Paul frowned. “What do you mean? How is all this ‘just a big lie?’”
Just then, at a nearby large table, there was some sort of commotion and the sound of raised voices. Paul and I turned our heads just in time to see a clearly-angry young woman in a short red dress leap up from her seat, raising her voice almost to the level of a shout.
“Well, you’re no prize, either!”
A frowning, dark-haired man, who appeared to have been the intended recipient of the woman’s near-shout, threw his napkin on the table, got up, and began making a beeline for the bar. The young woman in the red dress began stomping over toward the ballroom exit with two female friends on her heels.
Paul and I returned our gazes to each other’s faces, and Paul again asked wha
