"No, I don't think I'll be going."
With a champagne glass in his right hand and the other hand hoisted into his left pocket, Asher replied to a small group of three people, one lady and two guys, all holding champagne glasses as well while they spoke about an upcoming event less than a month away.
"Oh Asher, you should," the lady in the group spoke. "It most definitely will not be the same without you."
Asher took a sip from his glass at the same time thinking of a perfect response to the lady with the smooth voice, bright red lips and low cut, V-neck, short gown.
Just when he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed a flicker of movement in the corner of his right eye. He turned in that direction to notice a bunch of people had walked in. Out of the six of them, his eyes settled on just one. Lily Grant.
