Brad took a moment from his busy socializing to glance at me, as if checking if I was still there.
When our eyes met, his expression softened, a dazzling smile lighting up his face.
That smile dazzled me.
Who could resist such chann?
I might not be much, but I sure know how to appreciate a handsome face and a fat wallet!
Anne was clearly smitten too, drooling over Brad as she pulled out a compact mirror to touch up her unremarkable features.
I’d seen Linda’s photos before. Anne’s eyes were practically identical to hers, but the rest of her face didn’t quite measure up.
As for me, I didn’t really look like Linda, except for my figure.
Brad certainly had an eye for detail.
Halfway through the event, they started the charity auction.
Everyone here, except for Anne and me, was a big shot.
The auction items were jaw–droppingly expensive.
It was like being in a museum of luxury.
One piece caught my eye a stunning emerald bracelet.
My phone buzzed. “Want it?” Brad texted!
Good lord, who knew coming to a party could be so profitable?
“Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, darling-”
I could see Brad’s back from where I stood. He looked relaxed and happy.
