Thankfully, the dinner was conducted at intimate tables. Not a long one that she had seen in most dinners. This gave them the opportunity to sit with the hosts alongside her father and Aiden was at a different end.
Still it was not like he was not looking at her or that she could not feel him. He was looking at her and she was very much aware of that.
"Hey," Elijah bumped his shoulder into hers, "I have to ask you a few questions."
He did? She held the scoff in. Turning to him, she barely concealed what she felt. "I do too."
"What? Why?"
Really? Did they consider her to be this daft? "You guys have been awkward all night and you know why. So, when we get home, you have some serious answering to do."
"That's not true." He whispered, denying what she had noticed and all of them. "What are you even talking about? Did I not tell you against drinking more than one glass of champagne?"
