Godfrey Reynolds said, his eyes following Alicia as she wound her way around clusters of guests while sipping from a martini glass. “Betterton needs to keep a leash on that one.” Alicia’s long hair was caught up in a loose ponytail with soft curls dangling next to her cheeks. She was wearing what appeared to be a modest white sundress with a high ruffled neckline in front but which, when she turned around, plunged to below her waist at the back. Godfrey’s wife, Daisy, rolled her eyes. “She has a boyfriend, darling.” Daisy turned to me. “My husband always has an eye for the sweet young things.” “You were once a sweet young thing, too, my love.” Godfrey raised his glass to his wife and smirked. “Yes, but no more. I understand you very well,” she replied, pressing his wrist to lower his arm. “Try to keep it down to three or four tonight, will you? You’re so much more charming when you’re sober.” The “intimate soiree” Adam had forecast was underway. Forty people crowded into the white living room and spilled onto the broad terrace overlooking the ocean.
What do You think about Trouble At High Tide (2012)?
