Her eyes met mine, and I saw it switch into repel; irritation. But that was mutual; mirrored, as I stared at her.

I couldn't keep my brain from wondering, for just a moment, if she'd come here with Arthur.

But I waved the thought as soon as it came. Whether she did, it was none of my business.

“You?” she arched a brow like she was surprised to see me there.

“She's a terrible event decorator,” Mrs. Linette whined, coming beside the lady whose stare barely left mine. “And she ...