her face and neck, and she wished she was wearing a much freer dress to feel it on all parts of her skin. Not that she minded the dress, it was after all a beautiful piece. Her mother had
ment she could see the color of her fabric in the slender glass, she wanted champagne.
ere she was identified as the daughter of Robert Martins. It was quite dramatic and unnecessary. That after years of going solo to events- sometimes with his wife- she suddenly appears at this one, by his side. The daugh
orld was in attendance. For all her father's overprotectiveness, she was grateful she had never been made to attend such partie
d. The city lights were a beautiful sight at night. It was one
as a bit far off the city, it was
nstance, albeit with bodyguards watching her from a distance. She was almost sure too there were people watching and reporting her every move to her father where she worked.
ot even a question about how she was enjoying the night. She supposed like her he just needed to take a breather before rejoining the party. Although if she were the one entering
r had planned. She knew her attending the party meant things were going to be different. She would
r mother and theirs had not even been an arranged marriage. She had been surprised then when her father had suddenly given her some papers containing names and information of suitable partners. Not only had none of them been forty, but s
hell. Amy liked to be prepared for anything so entering an arranged marriage was like walking blind for her. Which was why despite
t from the most, she had marked about three names out for further consideration. Amy had spotted one of them
wly, trying to rid her
worn off with the road her mind had taken, leaving her wistful. Perh
return to the party. She turned finally catching a glance of him. She stared at
e had been standing with h