Ava went back to her table feeling worse than she felt before leaving to get some air. Just as she managed to settle herself in her seat, one of the socialites who had been gossiping about them glided past their table.
Her champagne flute in hand, her eyes flicking over the three of them with far too much interest.
She didn’t stop, but she slowed down enough for her gaze to linger on Tristan leaning slightly toward Ava… on Ava’s hand resting a little too close to Xander’s… then on the way Xander’s hand brushed Ava’s shoulder protectively.
Her brows lifted, curiosity sparking like a match. She whispered something to the woman beside her, and suddenly three more heads turned in their direction.
A ripple of speculation moved through the small cluster of glittering gowns.
Soft gasps. Ra
