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called her since we were little kids. She soon enough took a disliking to it as we got older, preferring the regal sound of her full name. But, I thought it suited her, softening the hard edges.
Olivia shook her head slightly, as if ridding herself of the name I’d used and smiled widely as she settled back in to talk wedding plans. “I’ll be having each of my bridesmaids in varying shades of lilac.”
The rest of the girls gushed and swooned but all I could think was yuk. Lilac? And she thought that roses were common at a wedding. Everyone had lilac or shades of pink at their weddings. But, hey, it could be worse. I had to count my blessings.
“So, when are we going to be hearing wedding bells from you, Fallon?” Maisie asked. She had been a friend of my sister’s since school, sharing a common love of money and shopping. She was a snob of the highest degree and we had never really got on well.
Before I could say anything, Olivia’s sarcastic laughter tinkled out across the table. “Fallon doesn’t believe in marriage. Not the traditional kind, anyway.”
I rolled my eyes at her words. That was another bone of contention that my mother had against my job. She thought I was married to my career, so much so that I would never let a man into my life fully because of it. She was talking utter bullshit. I could easily juggle a man and my job, I just chose not to at the moment.
“Maybe it’s because no one wants to marry her.” One of the others sniggered.
I didn’t even bother looking around to see who had said that scathing remark because honestly, I didn’t care enough. I couldn’t give a toss what this lot thought of me. These were just the type of girls I had encountered my whole like, looking down their noses at anyone who didn’t follow the only path that they deemed right.
Sipping at my iced water, they soon enough moved the conversation away from my lack of love life back to Olivia’s wedding plans. Thank God for that.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” I nodded over to Olivia who barely glanced in my direction as she launched into yet another discussion about table decorations or something equally as mind numbing.
The club was relatively quiet, but it always was compared to other night clubs. You had to have a shit tonne of money to get in here, ensuring an elite clientele. This was the ultimate VIP experience. I had to shake my head and smile when I saw Taylor still out on the dance floor, champagne in one hand and a different man in the other. Clearly, she was moving on.
The bathrooms were bigger in Decadence than most people’s houses. There was a small sitting area, which was something I could never understand. I had come across this a lot when I was growing up and going to galas and balls with my family. The attendant was sat there with a pile of fluffy towels, a fresh one for each woman that came in to use the facilities. What was wrong with good old paper towels, eh? Behind her was an array of perfume bottles, including one of my favourites that I happened to be wearing tonight so I happily took a couple of spritz before leaving the rest room.
“Oh! Sorry!” I apologised immediately as I walked out of the door and collided with a solid chest.
“Not a problem, darlin’.”
Looking up in surprise, I saw a huge hulk of a man in front of me. There was something different about him to the rest of the men that came in here. He looked simply delicious in his suit which clung to his body in the most mouth-watering way possible.
It was his eyes that drew me in. I had always been a sucker for a beautiful pair of eyes and his were winners. Dark green ringed with lashes that any woman would have given her right arm for, their depth was enough to pull you in and leave you drowning.
I almost had to crane my neck to look at him and I wasn’t small at 5’7”, but he made me feel tiny.
Green eyes and dark hair. Did it get any better than that? The bonus was that this guy was muscular and
Olivia shook her head slightly, as if ridding herself of the name I’d used and smiled widely as she settled back in to talk wedding plans. “I’ll be having each of my bridesmaids in varying shades of lilac.”
The rest of the girls gushed and swooned but all I could think was yuk. Lilac? And she thought that roses were common at a wedding. Everyone had lilac or shades of pink at their weddings. But, hey, it could be worse. I had to count my blessings.
“So, when are we going to be hearing wedding bells from you, Fallon?” Maisie asked. She had been a friend of my sister’s since school, sharing a common love of money and shopping. She was a snob of the highest degree and we had never really got on well.
Before I could say anything, Olivia’s sarcastic laughter tinkled out across the table. “Fallon doesn’t believe in marriage. Not the traditional kind, anyway.”
I rolled my eyes at her words. That was another bone of contention that my mother had against my job. She thought I was married to my career, so much so that I would never let a man into my life fully because of it. She was talking utter bullshit. I could easily juggle a man and my job, I just chose not to at the moment.
“Maybe it’s because no one wants to marry her.” One of the others sniggered.
I didn’t even bother looking around to see who had said that scathing remark because honestly, I didn’t care enough. I couldn’t give a toss what this lot thought of me. These were just the type of girls I had encountered my whole like, looking down their noses at anyone who didn’t follow the only path that they deemed right.
Sipping at my iced water, they soon enough moved the conversation away from my lack of love life back to Olivia’s wedding plans. Thank God for that.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” I nodded over to Olivia who barely glanced in my direction as she launched into yet another discussion about table decorations or something equally as mind numbing.
The club was relatively quiet, but it always was compared to other night clubs. You had to have a shit tonne of money to get in here, ensuring an elite clientele. This was the ultimate VIP experience. I had to shake my head and smile when I saw Taylor still out on the dance floor, champagne in one hand and a different man in the other. Clearly, she was moving on.
The bathrooms were bigger in Decadence than most people’s houses. There was a small sitting area, which was something I could never understand. I had come across this a lot when I was growing up and going to galas and balls with my family. The attendant was sat there with a pile of fluffy towels, a fresh one for each woman that came in to use the facilities. What was wrong with good old paper towels, eh? Behind her was an array of perfume bottles, including one of my favourites that I happened to be wearing tonight so I happily took a couple of spritz before leaving the rest room.
“Oh! Sorry!” I apologised immediately as I walked out of the door and collided with a solid chest.
“Not a problem, darlin’.”
Looking up in surprise, I saw a huge hulk of a man in front of me. There was something different about him to the rest of the men that came in here. He looked simply delicious in his suit which clung to his body in the most mouth-watering way possible.
It was his eyes that drew me in. I had always been a sucker for a beautiful pair of eyes and his were winners. Dark green ringed with lashes that any woman would have given her right arm for, their depth was enough to pull you in and leave you drowning.
I almost had to crane my neck to look at him and I wasn’t small at 5’7”, but he made me feel tiny.
Green eyes and dark hair. Did it get any better than that? The bonus was that this guy was muscular and
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