"I'd find you a partner, but the pickings are slim tonight," Annabelle murmured, scanning the room of wealthy young men and their companions.
Selina shook her head firmly. "I'm not here for a man. Why don't you find one for yourself?"
"I'm not searching," Annabelle pouted, reaching for two glasses of champagne from a passing tray. "But I am celebrating. It's been work, work, and work throughout the week. Finally, I'm here! Let's have fun."
She offered a glass to Selina, who immediately held up a hand. "I'm fine with water, thanks."
Annabelle didn't press. She took a sip of her own drink, her face contorting as the sharp, expensive alcohol hit her tongue.
"Oh my god! It tastes like wealth, but it burns like fire. I don't think I can handle a second glass."
Selina giggled. "Then stop at one. I'm not dragging you home tonight."
"I know you wouldn't abandon me," Annabelle muttered confidently, swaying her head to the music.
