As the music shifted into another waltz, Monica's gaze drifted beyond Rex's shoulder. Her smile wavered for just a fraction of a second, almost unnoticeably. "Tch… figures," she muttered under her breath.
Rex caught the subtle change in her expression. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, still moving with her in rhythm.
She tilted her head ever so slightly toward a dark corner of the ballroom. "See that man over there? The one with the glass in his hand? His name is Stanton Greaves. He's the one who's been pursuing me like a rabid dog these past few weeks. I've turned him down more times than I can count, but he doesn't seem to understand what 'no' means. Excluding the minor pests, he's the real problem." Her tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, a quiet frustration.
