She walked over to the table and grabbed a glass of champagne. I sipped, overcame the desire to drain to the bottom. Bill's eyes flashed wickedly from hiding, but that was unnecessary: ​​I wasn't one of those lunatics who wanted to drown their pain in alcohol, in that kind of company.

Not far from me, one of the fairies of the evening, a blonde in a purple dress, attracted the attention of a fat man in a tailcoat. They seem to be discussing music. I had no idea how to approach at least someone, and whether it was worth it. I did not want to arouse not only desire, even...