That was the most likely prospect, and Psyche nodded as she sipped her champagne. It made her wonder how many more would be coming in through the front doors before the evening was over. She was about to ask Athena what the charm was of inviting complete strangers to one's birthday party, but she happened to follow her gaze...
Oh. Oh.
Psyche's gaze snapped back to Athena.
It could have been coincidental. It could have been that Athena's gaze happened to fall on a random pair. It could have been her exhaustion that made her shake her head.
It could have been all those things, but it also could have been intentional.
Psyche found herself measuring her words very carefully before she spoke, feeling almost as though the tiniest, ill-chosen word could shatter the whole.
"Friends of yours?" she asked, her expression neutral.