“Jesus, Natalie,” mutters a guy across the table.
“Not this again.”
“No! It's fine!” she exclaims brightly.
“We're engaged now! It only took three years!“ She flashes her diamond at me. ”I'm having your dress! Exactly the same Vera Wang, in white“
”Well done, Natalie!“ Paul chimes in heartily.
”I think we should move on Nathaniel? Your turn.”
Across the table from me, Nathaniel gets to his feet.
“Hi,” he says in his dry voice. “I'm Nathaniel.
We met earlier.” He lapses into silence. “So, Nathaniel?” prompts Paul.
“What's your memorable event involving Olivia?” Nathaniel surveys me for a moment with those dark, intense eyes, and I find myself wondering what he's going to say.
He scratches his neck, frowns, and takes a slug of wine, as though thinking hard. At last he spre his
