Mikhail always thought Louis looked drop-dead gorgeous. But, seeing her in a low-cut navy blue gown that exposed her thighs, this fact was reinforced in his mind. The phrase ‘aged like fine wine’ described her best. He looked mediocre standing next to her, with the aura she exuded.
“You look like you’re at a funeral. Smile, Mikhail”
She did it again, oh so carelessly. She called his name, even after adamantly refusing to when he requested she did.
“I cannot relax, Louis” he whispered back, emphasizing her name.
“You’re in the most luxurious and exclusive party in the world and you cannot enjoy this? I feel sorry for you”
“You didn’t tell me THE TOM CARRIS was going to be here!”
“A big fan?”
“Yes!”
“Then I shouldn’t ruin it for you. Go say hi. Ask for an autograph. If he refuses
