Bess blinked a few times before she could focus on Odette, having drifted off into a tired daze as she watched the guests on the dance floor. Drystan and Noah had
disappeared, like the two were prone to do, and Bess, who was really in a miserable sort of mood even though she'd
begged Drystan to come tonight, was stuck at the table with Odette. Who she'd barely spoken five words to in the year she and Drystan had been married.
She didn't know why, really. Well--Bess wasn't one to let people walk over her, or talk down to her, and she and Odette had started off in a bad way, with Drystan in the middle. Not romantically, but there was definitely some jealousy things going on, attention wise. And
Drystan, in his own nutty ways, had kept so many things from Odette that Bess was
sure the other woman blamed on
her, and there was no way to resolve any of that without calling her husband a hermit when it came to personal matters.
Or maybe he just liked to see Odette squirm, which was also rather fun.
Bess forced a smile though. She had been so excited to come to the gala after being cooped up in the house for nearly the last month of her pregnancy,
and now that the baby was here (and perfect in every possible way, her little Brian boy!), she felt like they deserved a night out. And they weren't even going to be out
late, Bess' maternal instincts weren't going to let them stay out past eleven!
"No idea, really," she said with a shrug. Bess didn't want anything spectacular, she honestly had all she needed---and the post-pregnancy hormones that were currently coursing through her may not be able to handle an over the top romantic gesture from her husband. "I doubt we'll be able to get a baby sitter, anyway. What about you and Noah?"
