Ivette was at the bar again. It was the only place she found solace these days. The entire seemed farther away with each glass she took, and it was a small relief for her.
A small escape from everything that bore down on her.
She was getting married in three days. She laughed. It was a cold and brittle sound. How did she feel about all of it? Sick to the stomach.
It brought a lot of things into perspective. Too many things she didn't even want to think about. So she drank, drowning herself, and the sound of the cheers coming from the audience as Aaron was being interviewed.
Aaron Maxwell, the soon to be heir and CEO of Maxwell Industries and King Corp, they called him.
Ivette laughed again, and the Italian bartender who had become a quick friend wiggled his full and dark eyebrows at
