90: After Party

Fenella’s POV Jemima Hors also stood up from her seat and hugged me tightly. "Thank goodness you came. Thank you, Fenella," Jemima smiled at me. "Yes, of course I would come," I replied with the same enthusiasm. I was invited to sit next to Mallory on the sofa. Never before had I sat this close to an international pop diva. Oh my, I must be dreaming. Lord, even her body smelled so good with vanilla and floral perfume. Damn, I really didn't anticipate this. If only Laird had joined us, I wouldn't feel guilty like this. At least my worry about leaving him alone to have fun with myself would be lost. No, wait. I can't entirely blame myself, but I regret all of this. I should have followed Laird's advice and not forced our schedule. Now I feel even more guilty towards him. There was a sense of awkwardness creeping in, but Mallory's body language seemed open and welcoming. Alan sat next to me, trapping me between him and Mallory. I looked around and realized there were many celebrities and