AMALTHEA'S POV

"Amal, love, let's not make a scene here and talk outside," Blake said, and I tilted my head before looking at his mate Linda.

Taking the champagne glass from the waiter's hand, I leaned on the table before looking at him amusingly.

"Am I the one creating the scene? If you really wanted to save yourself from this scene, then my dear husband, you should've come and talked to me after this ball rather than calling me out when I am the center of attention. Do you even see how many people I have to attend to? Unlike a particular someone who has no better thing to do...