Her gaze fell on Christian, who owned the chateau. He raised his glass and gave her a wicked smile, but then he turned back to his other guests. Hera crossed her arms and leaned against a column, not bothering to hide her frown. She’d been promised a decadent evening, and she’d felt certain an invitation-only party thrown by a notorious bohemian would be able to deliver. Thus far, the year 1896 left her unimpressed and just as bored as she’d been when she’d decided to leave Olympus.She’d seen a few couples snuggling in corners, but no true revels had begun just yet. The drunken men were laughing too loudly while the intoxicated women leaned against them. She’d literally been to this same party a dozen times in as many different time periods. A few guests hovered over the food and kept calling for more wine and champagne, but she didn’t see anything or anyone promising.“Dionysus?” Hera said, sending a call out to the other god.She heard footsteps behind her, very deliberate ones.
