Chapter 47
NickThe Winston Stratford Christmas party aimed to dazzle clients and employees alike. Nothing said you work for an elite firm like a lavish party at the Rosewood Crescent Hotel—one of the poshest in Dallas.
As soon as I entered the ballroom, I felt oddly alone without Micky. I should have tried harder to convince her to come. At least we had regularly talked in the two weeks since Thanksgiving. Back at square one in many respects, I took the dinner dates and trips to the movies, and with each chaste outing, Micky warmed to me. However, I didn't blame her for not wanting to spend time with people at the root of our problems.
The overhead lights were low to encourage dancing on the large square dance floor laid out in front of the bandstand. For now, they played some light jaz
