Aurelie wore a simple pair of slacks and a white blouse. She was going to be the headliner of this show. With her sprained ankle, it was going to be one of her biggest feats. It would be the second time but she had a feeling it would be iconic for a long time. She had made her way into the room on Nicolas' arm.
Although she pretended indifference and flashed her innocent-looking eyes at the room, she had not missed the looks she had gotten from the people in the room. Some of the looks were pure jealousy, others were full of poorly veiled rage. Some were speculative and all had hints of curiosity. They all probably thought that something serious was happening between them. A sly glint entered Auri's eyes and she hid a cunning smile. They would be, but she would have to put some work into it. At the moment, he was only helping her balance on her pained ankle.
She flashed a grateful smile at Nicolas as he helped her to a makeup station.
