The party is, above all, impressive. Drinks are flowing, a whole twelve-piece band is at the back of the room playing hits from the fifties and sixties. Everyone is having a good time and, thank god, mostly ignoring me.
Even though it’s technically my party, everyone’s too caught up in their own business to do much more than send me a curious glance.
I’m grateful for Daniel, who sticks close by my side. Even though he was raised in this environment, I can tell he’s more comfortable with me, sneaking sips of his champagne and making wry comments that only I can hear.
I can’t help but laugh at the things he says. He’s right – we always did get along.
Fiona sweeps around the room, looking almost indecently sexy in her black Versace gown. Looking around, though, I can see that she ha
