The reason I hadn't spoken to him these past few days wasn't anger. I'd been preparing for an interview at a multinational firm. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to become someone worthy of standing beside him.
No wonder every apologetic message I'd sent over the past few days had vanished into silence.
While I stood there, lost in a daze, a server grabbed my arm and hauled me roughly to Seth's side.
Before I could even process what was happening, the red wine on my tray splashed across Zoe Winfield's designer gown.
Zoe had been raised in the lap of luxury. Refinement radiated from every pore. Standing next to Seth, she didn't pale in comparison for a second. They were a perfect match.
And me? I was just a waitress working this extravagant gala.
Zoe let out a derisive laugh, her gaze raking over me with undisguised contempt. She'd clearly recognized me as Mrs. Vance.
She shifted her position, subtly blocking Seth's line of sight, the scorn in her voice barely concealed.
"A waitress deliberately wandering over here to get Seth's attention? Do you have a death wish?"