Emma's brow rose ever so slightly at the elbow sent into Adrian's side. How rude. Instead, she plastered a smile to her face, giving Adrian a slightly confused look before nodding. "You're anything but rude, Mr. Pucey," she said, smiling softly. It was entirely true. Adrian Pucey might be a scoundrel but his manners were impeccable and she was fairly certain Miss Cuffe hadn't given him the chance to actually provide introductions before digging her pointy elbows into his side. She supposed the other girl was pretty enough and apparently Adrian seemed to like her as he was here as her escort.
"It's a pleasure, Miss Cuffe," she said, extending her hand, waving a server over so they could take some champagne. "You look lovely this evening." Miss Cuffe was impeccably dressed but she did look a bit pale in the white dress that seemed to blend in with her unfortunate skin tone. Emma was suddenly quite glad she took after her french mother. Her own white dress contrasted nicely and the black belt accentuated her small waist. Of course, she'd dropped a small fortune on it. It wasn't surprising.
"How do you know, dear Adrian?" Miss Cuffe asked, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. "I don't believe he's ever mentioned you."
Emma's brow arched. "I doubt he'd have need to as I'm only his publicist," she said, annoyed and put off by whoever this girl was. Turning her attention to Adrian, she gave him another smile. She'd enjoyed her Halloween adventure with him. "Would you care to dance?" she asked, glancing at Miss Cufee. "That is if Miss Cuffe would allow me to borrow you for a moment. Business."