At Nathan’s table, Aubrey was done eating. She pushed aside her empty plate and sipped gracefully on her drink, her eyes roaming about the place.
“We should go to the third floor and look for eligible bachelors,” she said to Nathan. “That is where the real party is at.”
“And you know this, how?”
“I told you, my boss organized this event. She’s very close to the three families.” She leaned in close to whisper, as if sharing hot gossip with him. “Besides, I heard these tables behind us talking about how they’re so unlucky because they were denied access to the floor.”
Nathan chuckled. He bit into a potato and closed his eyes, savoring the taste.
“Are you even listening to me?” Aubrey asked urgently.
“Aubrey, if they didn’t let these people, what makes you think they’re going to let us
