Arthur was debating if he should leave Rebecca behind and call it quits for the night when his eyes swarmed over that particular woman effortlessly grabbing her attention. Her laughter was charming enough to get drunk in it while the way she carried herself tonight was breathtaking.
No matter how hard he tried not to look at her way, he couldn't blame his eyes for carefully stealing glances. He was too good at it, letting his expressions be in check so that no one feels his presence grow uncomfortable around them.
When was the last time she put this much effort on her attire? She looked beautiful regardless and yet he couldn't help but be displeased at the fact that she chose to put so much effort just to stand beside a person who doesn't deserve an ounce of her.
"Aren't you Arthur? Arthur Davenport?" Suddenly a voice chimed through his stupor. How can a voice be so thin and yet so annoying?
