She was the last one to raise her glass and the only one not to take a sip.
He was the only one who knew why.
He watched her, quietly and uninvited, from across the room. She looked beautiful in the long, fitted, red gown. Her toffee brown hair draped around her shoulders hiding her scarred, yet tantalizing neckline.
She smiled at the gentleman talking to her. Mustering out a fake giggle at something he perceived as witty, she lightly touched his arm.
She turned, locked eyes with the man across the room, and dropped her glass of champagne.