“I take it you don’t care too much for parties either then?”
The sound of a man’s voice had her eyes flying open. She looked up to see the stranger from the foyer standing a few feet away from her, his hands folded in front of him, a cautious look on his face, as if he wasn’t sure how she’d take to him approaching her here, alone.
“Oh, no,” Lydia stammered, pushing down on the armrests to readjust herself in the seat. She had no idea the spectacle she may have made of herself; the look on her face had to be telling. “That is… I don’t mind them. Usually. It’s only….” She bit her tongue. She couldn’t tell this man she didn’t know that one of the guests of honor made her want to climb a tall mountain and plummet to her death and the other made her knees weak in a way that only one so famili
