Calla POV
I can see Marcus brooding at the other side of the ballroom. It seems that he has had a few to many whiskeys on the rocks. He is watching me like a hawk. His eyes follows my every move inch by inch. I’ve made my way halfway through the guests and have to move to his side of the ballroom. As the hostess it’s my job to meet our guest and to make sure they are feeling welcome and comfortable. It would have been nice if Marcus would have made a point of joining me in the process. The dance floor was filled with couples dancing the night away. I made my way over to the other side but froze as the doors opened. I wasn’t expecting anyone else and being so late is down right disrespectful. Although at seeing the person who was walking in I knew I couldn’t expect anything different. N
