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Chapter 133

  • I'm bad at names, that's something I've always known about myself. But after tonight it has been confirmed to be that I am really really bad at names. Rhodes's been introducing me to people for the last two hours and it's shocking how much I've forgotten. I hear their name, commit their face to my memory, shake their hand and make polite conversation before we move on to the next cluster of faces and names. By the time we reach the next group I've forgotten the previous group completely. Was that Maria or Miranda? David or Daniel? How does Rhodes do this every day?
  • I'm completely overwhelmed, but Rhodes is completely in his element. Engaging in polite small talk, cracking a joke here and there, asking about how people's kids or significant others are doing. He moves through the room with such Lory and elegance, leaving people smiling and lifting their glasses to him as he excuses us. This is his domain, his natural environment; I could not be more of a fish out of water.
  • "On average, how many of these sorts of events would you attend every year?" I ask Rhodes out of the blue, lifting the champagne glass to my lips and taking a small drink. Having just left another cluster of faces, Rhodes's taken me to the bar to get himself another scotch. He tilts his head to the side in contemplation, trying to crunch the numbers. I know I've only been to two of these sorts of fancy dinners with him, but there must be more of them. Maybe he's been to some without me, or with someone else. Yikes, even saying that in my head makes me sad.
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