Her eyes narrowed. "You think you can be my side piece?"
In that moment, I understood myself even less than before.
This woman standing in front of me.
Shallow. Arrogant. Completely classless.
Why had I torn myself apart fighting with Marcus over her?
A cold laugh escaped my throat.
I turned and walked away.
My partner would have to come apologize on her own time.
I stood at the banquet, quietly nursing a drink.
A snap of fingers.
Seven or eight women descended on me, surrounding me on all sides.
"Well, if it isn't the eldest Farley son. Eileen's engagement party, and you actually showed up."
"We were all betting you'd be too heartbroken to come."
"Looks like the eldest young master is still carrying that torch."
A hand slid onto my thigh.
I shoved it away in irritation.
"Ooh, a few years studying abroad and suddenly he's too good for us!"
"This isn't like the old days when you were begging us to put in a good word for you."