OLIVIA’S POV
The party had thinned out considerably by the time Jaden leaned slightly toward me and said we should say our goodbyes.
I could have cried with relief.
My feet had been sending increasingly urgent messages to my brain for the last hour and a half. The heels were beautiful. Whoever designed them had clearly never been required to stand in them for four consecutive hours making polite conversation with strangers.
I had smiled through the pain the way I smiled through everything lately. Steadily. With commitment.
We found Mr Thompson near the center of the room still working his way through his guests with the energy of a man who intended to be the last one standing.
“Mr Parker, Mrs Parker.” He turned to us with that wide generous smile. “I hope the evening has been good
