Aveline had been feeling like hell. And she knew she really shouldn't be going out tonight. But it had been forever since she'd been out to something fun that wasn't a stuffy, impregnating ball. Ugh, stop thinking about it, she thought annoyed as she paced around in her living room.
Despite her current state of well-being, she made herself get dressed and tried not to pout at herself in the mirror. She felt round. God, she hoped whoever he was got hit by a bus. Then he'd know what this felt like.
Once at the ballroom, she headed for the bar and then remembered alcohol was a no-no. Fuck my life. She instead ordered cranberry juice in a champagne flute, so at least it looked like she was drinking.
Glancing around she spotted a guy who looked kind of like a pirate, and, at the expression on his face, couldn't help but ask, "Having fun?"