Dorothy returned to the banquet hall to find Vincent standing beside old George, exchanging pleasantries with others.
After whispering a few words to George, Vincent walked over to her. He took her hand and led her to a table at the front. "Have something to eat; it gets a bit chilly by the lake at night."
Dorothy held a bowl of vegetable soup, feeling the warmth seep through the porcelain and dispel the chill in her heart. "Did the dinner go smoothly? I didn't see Riley."
Vincent stared at her, trying to find answers in her face. 'Is she really not jealous at all?' He looked directly into her emerald eyes, hoping to see her true feelings.
Unfortunately, there was nothing but confusion in her gaze. Vincent sighed; ever since meeting this woman, he found himself sighing much more often.
