Melina felt good as she held a glass of light, smooth sparkling wine, her hand now resting on Joice's arm. It had been more than a few minutes. It felt more correct and comfortable than holding hands in public or having no contact at all.
If the goal was to show off the young woman with the beautiful eyes and blonde hair, well, he was doing just that.
The event was calm and quiet. There were snobbish people and those who fawned over Joice, which she found funny and even pathetic.
She was used to this in the past when she was still married, not to this extent, but the current situation was strange.
It seemed that people respected her more, seeing her not as a young girl, but as a woman next to a powerful man.
"Here, Melina." It was her second glass since they had arrived. There was no
