[Adelaide Knowles ]
As the evening thickens, so does the event. I’m downing what is probably my third glass of champagne, bored as hell as to what I suppose I should be doing here after the necessary speech and auction had been done. A few other people walk up to me to say hello and I respond with an exaggerated excitement that ensures the conversation never probes into my life especially what has become of it with me being married to Christian Castillo.
“Ah! At last, we meet again,” A crisp, familiar accent calls out behind me. I turn to find a tall figure, broad shoulders and clean-shaven jaw staring down at me with a warm smile resting on his handsome face.
“Ace,” I mirror his expression, “It’s been a minute.”
He grins. “Has it?”
“C’mon, you know what I mean.”
He takes a glas
