"You wish." Desmond dragged Evan who was trying to use the excuse to leave and find his ballerina. He had taken quite an interest in Clarion, Rosaly's ballet instructor and was finding every excuse to talk to her even though she kept shutting him down.
"Are you going to start any time tonight?" Desmond raised an eyebrow at their opponents, who were taking too long to challenge them.
"Sure. How well do you know your bride?" Ximena cleared her throat. "My first question is this. How tall is she?"
"Ximena!" The ladies growled while the men laughed excitedly. She had made it too easy for them.
Zeus squeezed in on the men's side just as Ximena finished asking her question and did the honors. "Five feet five, if she's wearing those five-inch high heels she loves."
Natalie rolled her eyes at him. "Don't make fun of Zaria. Also, aren't you supposed to be on the bride's side? You're her brother."
