(Third POV)
Jasper finishes the cigarette, tossing the butt onto the perfect, newly laid stone patio.
He has to go back. He has to play the part. He has to stay close to Virginia, not because he loves her, but because the alternative—leaving her un-monitored—is a risk he can’t take with Scarlett's safety hanging in the balance.
As he walks back to the party, a figure bumps into him.
“Sorry…” He slurs, holding up his hands in a show of goodwill.
“No problem.” The woman in a flame dress gives him a strange look before brushing past.
Jasper stands frozen for a second, then turns, his gaze pensive as he watches the woman’s back.
He has seen her somewhere. Where has he seen her before?
He couldn’t remember. But he isn’t mistaken. That feeling of deja vu is so strong, he can’t be mistak
