VII

“The beautiful maiden is by herself once more,” Tristan said as he caramelized by my side. I chuckled at my play of words.

“Didn’t think I’d see you this soon.” I returned, smiling as I took the flute he was handing me gratefully.

“The rate at which you’re handing me drinks though, should I be worried?” I asked him suspiciously.

“Ha-ha,” he let out sarcastically, “let’s not pretend we don’t notice all the attention is on Mrs. Grimaldi.”

I flushed at that and sipped my champagne.

“Well, I was just going to tell you, you can’t get the Alderidge girl drunk,” I told him, humor lacing my voice. He burst out laughing.

“Challenge accepted. How’s your fifth? Let’s go see who can outdrink the other.” He told me with a sparkle in his eye.

I chuckled amused, “I’d never say no to a drink. Get ready to go ……