Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 86

He frowned at once.

"It's just a small stain. Nothing to worry about."

"I can pay for the damages."

Celeste's voice was low and even, so calm it was almost unrecognizable.

Business was business—she and Philip might have their differences, but she had no intention of owing him anything she could repay.

"That's not necessary. I hope you enjoy the party."

But Philip cut her off, taking Viola by the arm and leaving before she could say more.

Celeste paused, her phone halfway out of her purse. She muttered, "Well, that's money saved."

She turned and swapped her empty glass for a fresh flute of champagne.

Almost immediately, a stranger leaned in behind her.

"Excuse me, beautiful—would you honor me with a dance later?"

She hesitated for a moment.

So much for a quiet night.

Celeste glanced over her shoulder. The man looked harmless enough, and with nothing better to do, she let herself be drawn into light conversation with a few of the guests nearby.

Meanwhile, across the room, Philip guided Viola into a quiet corner, his expression clouded.

"These people—everyone here is either rich or powerful. You can't just say whatever comes to mind. Be careful."

"But your suit—"

"My suit doesn't matter. Offending someone does. Viola, you promised me."

Philip gently squeezed her hand.

Viola could only nod, though she was far from satisfied. She shot a resentful look at the woman in the black and gold evening gown, now surrounded by men.

Out in the world, she had to put up with Celeste. And now, at such a lavish party—where she was supposed to be a guest of honor—she still had to swallow her pride for another woman?

She'd dressed to impress tonight; she was determined to make Jasper notice her.

Brimming with hope, she hurried over.

Jasper, who'd been chatting amiably with the crowd, suddenly fell silent, his gaze drifting to the distance.

The woman in the black and gold gown was politely fending off a few eager men. With a dazzling smile, she downed the last of her champagne, raised her empty glass, and excused herself.

She strode away with effortless grace, leaving behind a group of men who could only watch her go—disappointed, yet still enchanted by her easy wit and charm.

How intriguing.

For the first time all evening, Jasper felt a flicker of amusement. Pushing through the throng, compelled by something he couldn't explain, he mimicked the woman—tossing back his own champagne and, without a word, following her across the room.

The men left behind could only grumble quietly, left with nothing but their longing stares and empty hands.

So by the time Beverly reached the spot, the crowd had melted away. Only a tray of empty glasses remained on the waiter's arm—Jasper was nowhere to be found.

"Where did he go?"