Excerpt

She crossed the room and set her glass on an empty tray. When she turned around, two full glasses of pink champagne materialized in front of her. The waitstaff here was truly second to none.

“Perfect timing, thank you so much.” Chloe snagged one of the glasses of bubbly and swallowed down a hearty gulp. As the bubbles tickled her throat, she sighed in relief. Maybe she would find a handsome stranger to kiss tonight. Maybe she should let Isa do her thing and be open to whatever might…

Her thoughts stalled as she stared at the man she’d taken the champagne from. The lapels of his tuxedo jacket were silk, as was the pocket square in matching black. His pristine white shirt had been recently pressed, and a bowtie was knotted at his neck.

Silk? Tuxedo? Bowtie?

Crap.

Her gaze wandered up to a granite jawline without a single bit of stubble pressing through. He was tall. Not Tag tall, but tall. His dark blond hair was longer on top, shaved closely at his neck. A pair of thick eyebrows that were a shade darker than his hair lifted in surprise. Her gaze bounced from his perfect nose to a set of pursed lips, and then met his piercing blue eyes.

So, yeah. Not the waiter.