#Chapter 109: The Shove

Nicholas I picked up my drink from the open bar—a whiskey, neat, just to help the night pass by a little more quickly. As I glanced around the crowded venue, I couldn’t seem to spot Kayla anywhere in the sea of glittering gowns and crisp tuxedos. She had shown up in a flurry, in typical fashion for her, upset over her choice of outfit. Honestly, I thought she looked sort of cute. She didn’t need to put on a sparkling dress or expensive jewelry, and that simply would have been a plus. I didn’t tease her, of course, over the fact that she looked like the staff, even though I really wanted to. But when she had hurried off to fix her hair, I hadn’t stopped her. I just shook my head, suppressed a chuckle, and got myself a drink. That was nearly fifteen minutes ago, and she still wasn’t back. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright. “You’re worried about her,” Marcus suddenly said. I glanced up to find him leaning on the bar beside me, one hand plan