Aria snagged a flute of champagne from a passing waitress, and emptied the glass and dropped it on the tray before the sweet-looking girl could even whisk it away. She would’ve gotten more, had she had any left, but that had been the last one.
She took a breath, before she turned to the man by the side of her, Gabriel Chalini, who her grandmother had literally dumped on her the moment she arrived, with this satisfied nod, as if to say he was worthy, an acceptable match. Gabriel, with his perfectly combed hair and squeaky clean polished demeanor, had been droning on about his political ambitions since the moment they had been introduced.
He was handsome yes, in that typical, in your face sort of way. Nothing interesting about the way his features came together, nothing unique or compelli
