With the crystal clear champagne flute in her hand, Olivia watched silently as Amelia and Michael disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the exit. The way the other woman seemed to wrap herself around Michael's arm had Olivia's head throbbing with envy and irritation. She shifted her eyes around once the two were out of sight. Fortunately no one in the crowd had noticed the little altercation that would have occurred if Olivia had not retreated the moment she did.
She brought up the glass to her ruby red lips, attempting to use the rich taste of the wine to distract herself from the gut wrenching ache that wreaked havoc on her heart each time she thought of the man she loved going home to sleep in the arms of another woman. The worst part about the whole thing was the fact that Olivia could not really blame Amelia for any of this. As far as the other woman was concerned, she had merely come back to get back together with her fiance with whom she never called things off.
