on the edge of the cold plastic, not daring to breathe and wishing that she could tap together the heels of her Jimmy Choo sandals and be whisked off home. The dinner had yet to start. Maybe she could slip out unnoticed and be home for eight. It wasn’t as if she was going to win anything anyway.
‘Someone looks miserable, considering she’s about to collect an award,’ smiled Nick Douglas, catching her coming out of the ladies’ room.
‘Where have you been?’ she asked, pasting on a smile. ‘You’re supposed to be here supporting me on the eve of victory.’
‘I’ve been checking out the table plan with Vicky and Marie.’
Cate felt a ridiculous stab of jealousy. Nick was perfectly entitled to socialize with members of the staff – even the prettiest members, she thought. She remembered the way all the Sand
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