Did I just conjure up the devil? Athena wondered, jaw slackened as she watched the crew—six, as far as she was concerned, was a plenteous amount—settle in one of the VIP tables without noticing her, amidst all the fuss going about.
Especially Ewan… didn't notice her.
Was the alignment she had imagined between her and Ewan a scam? A figment of her imagination? Something she had been hoping to be true at all costs?
She watched still, as waiters scurried over to serve them. But why not? Those three fools were the top eligible bachelors in the city at the moment, alongside Antonio.
"You haven't watched to your fill yet? Do you want to join them?" Words spoken in a voice tainted with resentment and jealousy.
She didn't blame her date. "Sorry about that, I was just surprised."
"About the women they are carrying about or about their presence here?"
