But as we’re sipping quietly, a sudden growl rumbles from my stomach. My eyes widen, and I place my hand over my belly, shooting Karl an apologetic look.
“Hungry?” Karl asks with a laugh.
I can’t help but blush a bit. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I admit quietly. “And after earlier…”
“Say no more.” Karl grins and takes my hand, leading me away. I sip my champagne some more as I follow him, just grateful for the feeling of the alcohol and the way it makes my mind fuzzy around the edges, causing my racing thoughts to start to go quiet for once.
Finally, after weaving through the thick crowd, we make our way to the hors d’oeuvres table. It seems as though the food has been popular tonight, because many of the plates are beginning to go empty.
Thankfully, Karl and I carefully prepared two rounds of everything earlier, which means that there will be enough food to last the whole night; but I’m just glad to see everyone enjoying my food after the Alpha party debacle.
“Enjoy the fruits of your labor,” Karl says, handing me a plate. “You were the one who made all of this delicious food happen.”
“Yeah,” I say, already loading my plate with food, “and you helped.”
Karl shrugs. “I was there for… moral support,” he says.
“No, Karl,” I say with a laugh. “You were a huge help. A real sous chef.”
Karl opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, his eyes widen slightly. “Act natural,” he says quietly. And before I can ask what the hell he’s talking about, I hear it.
“Hello, Karl. Abby.”
It’s Ethan. I turn around to see Ethan and Gianna standing there, both dressed with their masks covering their faces. My eyes flit over to Karl, who’s the perfect picture of poise.
“Ethan, Gianna,” he says. “I hope you’re enjoying the party.”
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