Hannah’s POV
Everything was perfect as usual at the Dark's. Everything from the food, to the decorations, to the music, to the drinks - everything.
I was worried about Tricia and Ethan though, because it wasn't really like her to leave without telling me anything, but I'd tried calling her and she hadn't answered, so I'd sent her a quick text that I hoped she'd reply back to.
"Anton, how nice to see you. It's been so long."
This must have been the tenth person who'd come up to Anton with a similar introduction. It was like he knew everyone - which was slightly awkward for me. I mean here I was, surrounded by Washington's most prominent business people, and all I did was paint for a living - and everyone seemed to know it, and felt the need to comment on it. As if I needed their advice
