By the time we arrived at the council party, Adrian had already forgotten I was standing beside him.
He was halfway through a conversation with two investors when I slipped my arm from his and accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. He barely noticed. His attention was fixed on the men discussing a new development deal, and every so often he glanced towards the entrance as if he were waiting for someone.
I didn’t have to wonder who.
Vivienne arrived shortly after eight, dressed in black satin with diamonds at her throat. She greeted the council members with the ease of someone who belonged there, and when her eyes met Adrian’s across the room, the brief exchange between them told me more than any photograph could. He looked away first, smiling at the man beside him, but not
