“Juliet,” Henry said, stepping forward and opening his arm as she arrived at his table. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” she said, forcing a smile as she took his hands. Henry kissed her cheek, as was the custom in Hollywood, and she air kissed his, which she could get away with at the moment. The thought of her lips touching his body had her fighting bile again. He released her, offering for her to have a seat across from him, which she did. Her legs stuck to the red leather seat slightly, but she didn’t let it bother her. Juliet wouldn’t let anything embarrass her, so neither would Ella.
“I took the liberty of asking the waiter to bring you a martini as soon as you arrived. That is your drink of choice, isn’t it?”
She had been carrying around a martini glass most of the night at the first art show, though she actually preferred not to drink at all. Still, she found herself nodding, and a moment later, a waiter arrived.
