Change of Plans

Avery

I picked up my champagne glass, draining it in one less-than-ladylike gulp. A waiter materialized at my elbow, offering a replacement. I accepted with a grateful smile.

"Thirsty, Ms. Sutton?" Declan's deep voice cut across the table.

I met his gaze coolly. "Just enjoying the excellent champagne, Mr. Pierce."

Vivian draped herself closer to him, her red dress a stark contrast to his black tux