Before I could answer, Bianca let out a snort.
“What’s there to regret? He was dying to avoid me anyway. If he had come, he probably would've just ruined the mood.”
I nodded.
“You’re right.”
When we arrived at the hotel, Bianca stepped out of the car without a glance at me and walked straight to Darren’s side.
I glanced at them and followed inside.
The private room was buzzing. A group of people raised their champagne flutes high and the wine flowed like water.
Just as they burst into celebration, someone accidentally splashed a full glass of liquor. Bianca stepped in front of Darren and got soaked. Her clothes clung to her skin, damp and translucent.
Mine were wet too—but no one noticed.
All attention was fixed on her and Darren.
I quietly took a tissue and wiped the wine off my face and shirt, then found an empty seat in the corner.
Soon, dishes were served and bottles uncorked. The room grew louder with laughter and toasts. Then Darren stood up with his glass in hand.
“The successful completion of this project couldn’t have happened without Ms. Bianca’s tireless effort,” he said with a smile. “Let’s raise a glass to her!”
Everyone stood—except me.