Re: Guest Tables
Settling beside Daryl, Adam was oblivious to the eyes that followed him, as he usually was. It only made sense to him that people would want to look at him. He was attractive, and in an impeccably tailored suit with glittering diamond cuff links, he was hard to miss. Beside Daryl, who looked like a goddess in the dress he had chosen, it was even harder to miss him. He smiled, reaching for a glass of water and sipping it evenly as he considered Daryl's question. Judging by the flounce, she was upset by something someone had said. Maybe someone told her the dress she wore was last season, but that seemed trite at best. The girl wasn't high society. Actually, he didn't think any of them were.
Leaning toward Daryl, he matched her tone and the conspiratorial expression. "She's just had a bomb dropped on her," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Perhaps she didn't know about the adoption. Perhaps one of the other women at the table just revealed herself as young Mr. Luke's illicit lover." His eyes followed her as she left the table. "See, she's fleeing, but not taking anyone with her. The only person she knows at that table is Luke Henry, and if they were married, I'd hazard he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight." He took a piece of bread from the basket and tore a small piece off, popping it in his mouth.
"What about him?" Adam inquired, pointing to the man in the cheap tux. He had a dangerous look about him.