Now sitting on the hand of a woman who thought she’d won it in a game she didn’t understand.
Thomas spotted me.
His lips curled into something that might have passed for a polite smile—if you didn’t know him.
“Allison,” he said smoothly. “I didn’t expect you to make it. I thought yesterday might have been… difficult for you.”
“Not nearly as difficult as today will be for you,” I replied evenly.