As everyone grabbed a glass of wine and starting chatting away, I watched on as Jace smiled and talked with his friends, and it was lovely to see him so relaxed. It was the first time that I had seen him in his most natural form, without the pressures of work and other things around him, and it was nice to witness.
“So, how long have you known Jace?” Cassandra asked, splitting off from the men and coming up to me.
“Not long. Although it does seem like a lifetime.” I chuckled. “You?”
“About seven years. A little before me and George got married.”
“Nice. Have you got any kids?”
“Children? Heavens, no. It’s too early for all of that, and we’re both far too busy.”
“Can I interrupt?” came the voice of the next WAG, who I knew to be called Fiona, venturing over with the other
