*Claire*

The first half of the evening turned out to be quite predictable. Several people would come talk to Eric, thanking him for some various business deal or philanthropy, Eric getting tired of talking to people and dragging me onto the dance floor, only to have everyone else stop and watch us. Lather, rinse, repeat.

After the first dance, he never let go of me, which meant I also had to talk to people that I didn’t know. I had to turn on all my charm and act the ...