There was this feeling of impending doom that she felt was clouding around her, ready to rain down any moment.
By far, she had been on the arm of Michael, her fiance while Declan checked with them occasionally.
So far, it has been so good.
Michael was an attentive fiance. He was also attractive to another species, the same as her, but he kept his distance respectfully.
Her hand was never empty and mostly it was personal, alcoholic mocktails, other than a glass of champagne, that she drank in the beginning.
His hand remained in the middle of her back and she felt him glance at her while he conversed with his colleagues.
So far, as she said before, it was good.
What could she expect more from her fiance that was in the same business as her father but? Maybe the relationship between her parents had seen better days initially, but what was in front of her, was in front of her.
Michael was a good match.
Then it went downhill and she had no idea how.
