"See you at the party," he said and hung up. She stared at the phone and shook her head.
Why had she even called him?
She went over to her dress again and looked it over. The mind green dress was elegantly crumpled, the plunging neckline, and the material gathering and tightening around her waist would look phenomenal. The thing that set the dress apart from others was the faux fur embellishment on the shoulders.
The party was so fancy that the Mayor wasn't holding it in his multi-million dollar mansion but at a hotel. Probably one of Mo family's hotels.
She was supposed to arrive in forty minutes but she hadn't even started to get ready. Well, she would have to settle for being fashionably late.
The party would have people from all industries, people her age who were not doing as well as her, and matchmakers intent on making their sons and nephews marry a wealthier woman. As if she didn't have enough of those lingering around her.
