D-081: A party…
He waits, watches her twirl, giving it his full attention.
“If you think that, then you have mis-read me.”
Lia’s attempt to distance herself from Raina has failed. If anything, Raina is now closer; the room seems smaller. Raina looks as though she is about ready to crush the glass in her fist, but then places it with a deliberate and precise motion on a side table, flexes her fingers.
Lia’s eyes flick to the glass, to Raina.
“I rarely misread things.”
That teasing smile remains
She fans her collarbone.
“I think I need a drink.”