ANNA
IT WASN’T as hard as I’d expected to be at this party.
Alanzo didn’t leave my side for a minute after we arrived at the fundraiser, introducing me to guests who’d approached to talk. Some were positively welcoming, and some were at least polite. Even some of the women were pleasant to me, though I did notice that their eyes lingered on Alanzo longer than necessary. He was in a formal dinner jacket and tie, his shoulders wide and his chest strong, and his physical beauty only served to make his presence pleasant and forceful tonight. I witnessed how this overwhelmed people. It did me in the beginning, remember? It scared me. And I didn’t know, for real, how I ended up from being that wary waitress to the girlfriend he was introducing to people at that party tonight.
I wore the dres
