The fluffy one danced up to Alexis.
“I don’t believe him. It’s a present from some woman. Show me your wrist, Mr. Petrovskey. I want to see your mascot.”
He raised his hands and shook them above his head. “Now will you believe me!”
“Be careful. Jewelry isn’t safe when Olive is around,” warned Ellen.
“Oh, what wonderful hands you have, Mr. Petrovskey. Are they insured?”
Alexis laughed. “Yes, but my temper isn’t, Miss Fay.”
“Ooh! Snubbed!” She pretended to cry.
Jules came in with the drinks and passed them around. The ice in the tall glasses clinked invitingly.
“To our host,” said the Spaniard, returning from a tour about the room. He held up his cognac and bowed ceremoniously.
“And his invisible guest,” muttered Gerald, gulping down his whisky.