The Gala: old enemies
Lavender's viewpoint
Rolling my eyes away from them, I found Zachary sitting alone, meticulously typing on his laptop. Some men sitting at the table across him was staring at him in awe. Probably at how fast he was typing, his focus and the way he was murmuring. He stopped typing and wiped Jewels lips with an handkerchief. Jewels was sitting close to him and messily eating ice cream cake with her hands. From my understanding, Zach took it upon himself to wipe her lips and chin and give her the juice on the table. Jewels smiled goofily and stretched her cake fingers to Zachary. Zachary sighed, took her hands and wiped it. Then Jewels went back to shoving her hands into the cake again.
Wow, he's got his hands full.