The moment those words were spoken, the private room fell dead silent.
The woman who had spoken leaned forward, barely concealing her eagerness, holding her phone up before Cressida's face like a trophy.
She swiped through the photographs quickly, talking all the while.
"Cressida, look! A friend of mine took these! Draven is having the time of his life! He's sitting in a bar surrounded by models!" she exclaimed.
The photographs showed a man laughing brightly, with two or three young women leaning close around him.
Only his profile was visible, yet his build and the shape of his face were unmistakably Draven.
"That spineless fool Draven! How dare he go behind Cressida's back and seek out other women? Has he lost his mind? Does he not care what happens to him?" she rant
