" Relax.” I whisk two glasses of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and give her one. “If we pretend we’re having fun on our own, the others will flock to us.” She flips her fiery hair over her bare shoulder, showcasing her golden dress. “Let me guess. Nate taught you that?” “Nope. The senator himself did.” I lift my glass in Grandpa’s direction and smile. "

― Rina Kent , Black Thorns (Thorns Duet, #2)