TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
“Go and fetch me some. Try and remember I want still, not sparkling water… and hold the lemon.”
The girl swallowed.
“Of course,” she said.
Jerkily, she turned to go. As she did, another of the guests in the crowded gallery stepped back abruptly and collided with her. Instinctively, Nikolas felt his hand go out to balance the tray in the girl’s hands, but it was too late. The glass of orange juice nearest the edge tottered crazily and then cascaded forwards, smashing to the ground and emptying its contents all over Angelica’s cocktail dress.