Chapter 9

I entered the building and people turned around to look at me.

I could feel the strong gaze of them as I walked inside.

"Your invitation Madame?" The man asked at the door.

"My husband has it, he's already inside. His name is Nathan Taylor." I said and the man nodded as he let me in.

"Well aren't you looking beautiful tonight. Care for a dance?" A young man asked me. He looked no older than 25.

"No thank you." I politely declined.

I saw Michael's wife, Celia, chatting with some of the guests in the corner of the room.

I walked over and greeted her.

"Hi Celia, how are you doing?"

"Hello, do I know you?" She asked.

"It's me, Annette." I said and she hugged me tightly.

"Oh my gosh, you look gorgeous. I didn't even recognize you with the blonde hair."

"Thank you. You look beautiful." I said and she smiled.

"Nathan told me that you were really sick and couldn't make it. I'm glad you're feeling better now."

"Oh, well that's not true. I was never sick." She looked confused at my words.

"Look