NOLA REYNOLDS

I’d locked eyes with the man on the stage before his intense gray orbs fitted away from me.

It was the first time I was seeing what he looked like for the party, how he cleaned up.

“Beautiful isn’t he? Oh! The way he looked at me! Did you see?” Dennis’ frenzied whisper reached my ears so that I had to tamp down on an exasperated sigh.

First off bitch, he was looking at me! Not your universe-sized forehead!

I snapped in my head, faking a tight smile when she glanced my way when I’d already murdered the maiden fifty times in my head.

There was something different...