Genevieve suddenly hated the fact that she had no one to talk to about Preston Norman. She was really excited about him. She had her pillow to cuddle of course, but pillows didn’t talk back when she had gossip to spill.
She felt so tense as Gray ushered her into a waiting limousine. He stepped into the luxurious car with her and a short, fat butler with red, rosy cheeks and a bald head offered her a glass of champagne. Genevieve turned it down, but Gray was insistent on her having a drink now.
She couldn’t refuse him yet again, but she was hell bent on not finishing the drink. Genevieve loved to create an impression. She felt like she was a brand now, hosting one of the biggest events in Victoria made her someone in the public eye now. The calls she was receiving lately proved that fact.
