Abigail Hemsworth nodded slightly, pushed back her chair, and walked toward the door.
She had to pass by the seats of Salma Lula and Travis Miller.
A unique fragrance mixed with a hint of alcohol wafted into her nose, and the curve at Travis Miller's lips deepened, his obsidian eyes beneath lowered lids filled with a chilling gloom.
Arabella Vanderbilt sat opposite, her indifferent gaze fixed on Travis Miller.
The door to the room was opened and closed by Abigail Hemsworth, and Travis Miller leaned back in his chair, his well-defined fingers continuously caressing the rim of his glass, his expression enigmatic, clouded, and unfathomable.
She let out a soft sigh and turned to look at Joel Russo.
He had been coaxed into having a few drinks by Rowan Benett and the others, and was now sitting there quietly.
