Ava

I stood by the window, lost in thought. The party was in full swing, but my mind was elsewhere. Was I probably and deeply in love with my husband, Caspian? The way my breath hitches, the way my face reddens, the fucking way my heart flutters, and the way those butterflies fill my stomach because of the man that I hate so much.

I needed a drink to clear my head, something light and refreshing. As I turned to make my way to the cellar, I spotted Clara walking towards me with a smile on her face. She was holding two glasses of champagne, and my stomach dropped slightly....