“Tell me again, Abigail. You have my full attention now.”
Abigail plunged ahead, relating how she had spoken to Mrs. Roosevelt, the First Lady. She found herself chattering on out of nervousness, but she also enjoyed his undivided attention.
Erica interrupted. “Look, there’s Cameron. Who’s the woman with him?” she asked, envy oozing from her words.
Danielle watched Cameron return to her, bearing two flutes of champagne. He handed one to her, clinking her glass. “To the future. May your tomorrow be as bright as your eyes.”
“Merci,” she said, sipping. It was a fine French vintage.
“Feeling better?” Cameron asked, smiling.
Danielle nodded. She had to admit, the champagne was nice. She felt safe with him; in fact, she hadn’t felt like this in ages.
“Let’s celebrate your success tonight,
