'Til Death Do Us Part by Eliza Watson

Author:Eliza Watson [Watson, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Watson
Published: 2019-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Deciding which dress to wear to the benefit was a no-brainer. Cassidy went with the only one that still remotely fit. A black satin cocktail-length dress with a vee neckline and a draped, open back. Last time she’d worn the dress, it’d made a subtle, yet classy statement. Now, it screamed va-va-voom, hugging every curve like it wouldn’t let go, unless the seams split. Six months of takeout from the Golden Dragon and a dozen other restaurants had snuck up on her.

Holding her breath, she whisked past the chaffing dishes filled with garlic buttered shrimp and beef pot stickers. She stopped in front of a mound of prawns chilling on a bed of ice. Shrimp was fat free, but they were awfully big shrimp. Would she have room to spare in her dress? She put a few on her plate, then breezed past the jazz trio and champagne fountain in the middle of the foyer. The art museum’s expansive white foyer contrasted nicely with the roomful of black tuxes and predominately black dresses. She’d planned dozens of weddings in this same space. It was ideal if a client was going for the modern, elegant look. Villa Luna’s romantic ambiance was a necessity, adding legitimacy to Ryan’s wedding if she didn’t find his perfect mate.

Cassidy had never excelled at analyzing artwork, despite her parents’ persistent efforts. When other kids were finger-painting, her parents had dragged her to art museums, drilling her on artists’ names and their works. Kind of took the fun out of visiting a museum for a five-year-old. Her parents would be appalled at her simplistic analysis of the Chihuly blown-glass sculpture in the foyer. The towering structure’s assemblage of dozens of twisting orange, yellow, red, and blue blown-glass pieces resembled a sea serpent’s tentacles.

“Looks like something out of a sci-fi movie.” Ryan’s voice broke her trance.

“Exactly,” she muttered, shocked by his simplistic analysis.

She turned to him and sucked in a breath of awe, almost bursting the zipper on her dress. The onyx button covers on the crisp white shirt matched the color of his hair—as silky as his tux jacket’s satin collar and not a strand out of place. She fought the urge to run her fingers through his hair, giving it a sexy, tousled look. Was sleeping with a client really as taboo as your boss?

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as his gaze traveled the length of her dress, then slowly back up. Cassidy felt like she was on the auction block at Sotheby’s.

“You look great,” he said. “Love the color.”

“You look pretty snazzy yourself.”

She popped a piece of shrimp in her mouth to keep from gaping. The zesty cocktail sauce increased the heat on her cheeks. Henri’s signature sauce. Crap. The caterer hadn’t yet forwarded a contract. How had she forgotten to follow up with him? She made a mental note to call him back. He’d never run out of shrimp at a reception unlike several other caterers. Her neck stiffened. She shoved aside thoughts of clients flippin’ out over a run on shrimp.

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