Nan’s POVI had never been to a cocktail party.It had been a week since my birthday dinner. Things were good, but a certain event had popped up. Lionel was obligated to attend a cocktail party a business associate was hosting.He had pleaded with me. “Come on, Nan, I need a plus one. Don’t leave me
But then Lionel comes across the business associate who invited him. “Lionel, it’s a pleasure to see you.” The man’s voice is deep, slow but cultured.“Thompson, it’s a pleasure to see you too.” There is a sincere quality to Lionel’s statement. I am surprised.“I hate to rush you straight away, but
Nan’s POV David must be certifiably insane.That is the only explanation for the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. I am unsure what I expected when he cornered me. Threats, or spiteful comments, perhaps.But a love confession? I did not see that coming. His one-sided appeal continues.“…didn’t end
But his hold on me is tight. Bruising. Fear begins to break through my rage.“If you don’t let go, I will scream.” I try to warn. But my bravo is lost.But David does not acknowledge my threat. All thoughts of revenge are now gone. He tugs at my necklace.“Take this off. I need to see it. Take it of
Third Person POV Nan Lupa…Nan freaking Lupa…Malina could not believe that gold digger’s audacity.The party had been as expected. Fundraising for some poor peasants that nobody actually cared about. Cold cunning and ruthlessness hidden behind society polite smiles and feigned interest in each other
I only pay attention to the ones that I see have potential to be one of those select few. The conversations are less boring and allow me to get a better understanding of their potential. I like to stay informed about potential allies.Thompson bowed his head to me. “That’s not a bad idea. I’ll have
Nan’s POVI want Lionel back by my side.David stayed true to his word for once. I did not see his face again. But my ego is still a little stung.I decide to return to my place on the outskirts of the party. But David’s reaction gnawed at me. His entire attitude changed the moment he noticed my nec
And paint the situation in such a way. “I-that’s not what-” My confusion makes my tongue clumsy.Lionel is still incensed. “What made you think that doing this was okay? That this is acceptable?”His anger begins to make sense. The picture does appear incriminating. From an outside perspective, I ca