Cullen
We walked around the ballroom exchanging pleasantries with people before dinner began. Jaime gliding along next to me, playing the part perfectly. For some reason, it irritated me more how easily she was acting as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing had changed. I stirred the drink in my hand before sipping it. The small talk was not holding my attention tonight even if I recognized the necessity of networking in my position.
I looked down at my watch to see we still had another 15 minutes before it was time to get seated for the night to begin. Jaime was talking to the wife of some important hotel owner and I was playing my part, nodding along. With no warning at all, her scent drifted past me. My mouth went dry as I turned my head to see her walking with Calder towards our tabl
