*Leah*
Cassandra?
Who the h*ll is Cassandra?
I stared at the red headed beauty who looked at Declan like he had the cure to cancer. She took a seat beside him, completely ignoring my presence, and placed a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. Declan turned away from me for the first time all night and faced the woman.
I couldn’t see his facial expression, but I bet he was surprised. Why would he be surprised though? Wasn’t he in charge of the guest list?
“Did you miss me?” she asked, her pupils stained with pure lust.
Who was this woman, and why was no one giving me an explanation? Just then, the lights in the room shone on him, gathering our attention.
“And now let’s welcome Declan Samuelson to introduce the designs,” the MC announced before Declan could respond.
He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests.