Chapter 293

At these types of events, I always watched how people interacted. The girls were all so familiar with each other, the flow of conversation was seamless. As the wine flowed, it only became even more friction-free. Except for one thing.

Rita wasn’t happy. I could feel it. She sat two chairs down from me, and she wasn’t her usual ebullient self. She made small talk, and she plastered on her TV smile most of the evening, but I could tell something was off. There were a couple moments, when she let her guard down, that I knew something was wrong.

But I didn’t have a chance to address that immediately. The meal was littered with toasts and jokes and stories. As dinner wrapped up, the caterers and bartender cleared down and headed out. There was a smoldering anticipation about what would come next.After all, you couldn’t have a send-off party for an escort without expecting some shenanigans. When everyone outside our group had left, there remained a touch of mystery. The catere