With a shaky inhalation, I start to move away. Only to be confronted with none other, then his ex. Mackenzie. A woman deeply in love with Darryl. It was there on her face and in her pale blue eyes. Her beauty stunning. No exquisite. Surreal. Her blonde hair hung thick and straight almost to her waist.
"Fortunate lady. Stealing my man like that."
Taking a deep breath, I stepped to one side. Only to have her follow. Clearly she was looking for trouble. I stood still, studying her with my arms crossed over my chest. Gratefully accepting another glass of champagne when it was offered to me. Mackenzie, refused and it took a second for the waiter to move on.
"Have you fucked him already?" She barked, the waiter barely out of ear shot range.
Her question earned her an arched eyebrow and a close examination. One right hand to the temple should knock her out. If need be.
"You haven't?" Making a tsking noise that scraped over my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
"Doesn't that a say a lot?"
"Like what?" My voice was calm; I was anything, but.
"Like, he doesn't want too. Clearly don't you see, he is trying to get me jealous?" I actually felt sorry for her. Dejected. Scornful. Gasping at straws.