One Hundred and Twenty

May’s POV

As I mingled with the guests, I made sure to give each one of them all the attention they deserved. I was the host, just as Asher wanted me to be, so here I was, doing what I should.

I mean, it was a skill I had honed over the years while I was married to Asher; the ability to listen carefully, and engage, making each person feel as if they were the most important in the room.

The room itself was alive with the soft hum of conversation, filly with the elegant strains of music from the orchestra nestled in the corner of the room.

I moved gracefully from one small group to another, my dress flowing behind me, the fabric catching the light in a shimmering dance.

I noticed people's eyes following me, some with admiration, others with curiosity, and I met their gazes with a polite smile, a nod of acknowledgment.

But there was one eyes in particular I was feeling the most, and I saw him earlier standing by the door and staring at me. I would give all I had; which wasn’t much, jus