55: Auctioneed for the highest price

SCARLETT

Blake and I downed glass after glass of champagne while the auctioneer briefed us on what would happen next.

From the little my tipsy brain gathered, the next phase of the event was the auction for ladies. At first, it sounds like we’d be sold out, but we were assured that it was nothing remotely close to that since the charity was for a good cause.

Then, all the ladies were torn away from their dates and ushered into a dimly lit hall while the men remained outside.

“Of course she’d rather stand all the way over there rather than be seen with us,” Maeve hissed beside me and rolled her eyes.

When I followed her gaze, I realized that it was planted on Ashley who was by herself in a corner of the room and typing away on her phone. I didn’t dignify Maeve’s spiteful words with a response, but I finally realized why she’d been quiet since we were separated from the Vaughn brothers.

It’s because she’d been too busy staring at Ashley, and now that I took a good look at the gaze she p