Chapter Sixteen
Miles and Myrtle both made a face at the word lovebirds. “Seems like you were able to dispatch him relatively quickly, Myrtle. Did you step on his toes a lot?”
“No, but I should have. His dancing was exhausting. But I’ve created what I think will be the perfect diversion for him. I intimated that Inez had a crush on him.”
Miles’s eyebrows flew up. “Inez?” He glanced over at Inez who had her hands on her hips and was looking at the drinks table in a disapproving way. “She seems a little straight-laced to be interested in Winston.”
“She is. I made it up. Besides, I really don’t care for Inez very much. She has this very condescending air about her and forever has an expression as if she’s smelled something disagreeable,” said Myrtle. “So I’ve crafted some revenge to sprin
