He might be onto something, because now that he mentions it, I am feeling a little woozy and giddy. Or maybe it’s just that I’m a lightweight and I just guzzled two glasses in about as many minutes.
I take a bite. It’s some kind of scallop. Delicious, obviously. That kinda goes without saying in a place like this.
“So,” I say between munches, “what exactly am I supposed to be doing here tonight?”
“Looking beautiful on my arm, apparently.” He pops his own appetizer into his mouth. “Since my father seems determined to ignore you.”
I follow his gaze across the room. Lukas has moved to a different cluster of guests and is now shaking hands with an older man in a military-looking jacket covered in medals. Even from here, I can tell that General Whoever-the-f**k is absolutely fawning over th
