The socialite who asked Aaron the question stared at him expectantly and he realized he had gotten lost in his thoughts again. He was among the enemy; he needed to stay focused.
"I'm afraid I do already have a date," he lied. He would have to find one quick. But where? One of Jennica's friends, maybe?
The woman pouted. "You're never available! Don't tell me you have a fiancée already."
Most of the people from his generation in this circle were already married or at least engaged. It wasn't an unreasonable guess. He had been one of them in his first life. It would be suicide to admit he was technically unattached in front of this crowd of vultures though.
He didn't get the chance to answer because Lacy glued herself to his arm and spoke for him. "Of course he does; who do you think you are? Aaron would only marry the best."
The woman's eyes shone with tears. "You're engaged to her?"
