Chapter Five
Idiotically, the first thought that went through my head was, Thank God I look halfway decent tonight.
Which I knew was ridiculous. Tom and I were ancient history, and I honestly shouldn’t have given two goddamns about what he thought of my appearance.
Except…he had his fiancée on his arm.
Antoinette Haskell, to be precise. Maybe I should have been slightly impressed that he possessed enough actual loyalty to have stuck with the woman he’d cheated on me with, but I had a feeling that was more because she was such a good catch than because theirs was a love for the ages or anything.
All right, maybe I was just a wee bit cynical about the whole situation.
However, my jaundiced view of their relationship didn’t change the fact that she was a very rich divorcée. Her first hu
