Fenella’s POV
Jemima Hors also stood up from her seat and hugged me tightly. "Thank goodness you came. Thank you, Fenella," Jemima smiled at me.
"Yes, of course I would come," I replied with the same enthusiasm.
I was invited to sit next to Mallory on the sofa. Never before had I sat this close to an international pop diva. Oh my, I must be dreaming. Lord, even her body smelled so good with vanilla and floral perfume.
Damn, I really didn't anticipate this. If only Laird had joined us, I wouldn't feel guilty like this. At least my worry about leaving him alone to have fun with myself would be lost.
No, wait. I can't entirely blame myself, but I regret all of this. I should have followed Laird's advice and not forced our schedule. Now I feel even more guilty towards him.
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