To Color Your Life - Chapter 108

Emily glanced at the remaining guests but did not find the red-haired rogue among them. The evening was already drawing to an end, and most of the guests had gone home. Someone rented a hotel room, as they did with Justin.

It would be foolish to refuse the presidential suite, which they were kindly given as a gift by the hotel owner and, concurrently, Emily’s new partner – Christian Denver. Perhaps, at her leisure, she should consider how best to thank a man for everything he does.

Still, Hayes, you are very lucky not only with your husband but also with your friends. Oh, you’re not Hayes now, you are Mrs. Evans! Emily chuckled to herself, once again delighted and surprised at her new status.

“Gregor!” she called to Barkens. The man was drinking his whiskey indifferently, but when he saw the main person of the evening, he smiled.

“Mrs. Evans,” he bowed gallantly and waved his glass to greet her. “Did you want something, my Alpha?”

Emily rolled her eyes and tapped the man on the shoulder, “You don’t seem to be that drunk to make such jokes. That’s not your style.”

“Common, how can I be joking when I’m talking to my new boss?” the man answered in the most serious tone. Too serious for Emily to believe in it. Over the past two weeks of hard work, she had already easily distinguished when Barkens was joking and when he was serious. Even if his face remained exactly the same.

“Have you seen Kelly? I can’t find her anywhere,” she shook her head, looking around again, but another attempt to find her best friend failed.

“Hmm,” Barkens scratched his chin and shrugged, “Maybe she’s already in her room with some poster boy of the magazine she came across here?”

“Definitely not. There were no ones here that would have caught her attention. That’s number one. And two…” Emily gave the man a thoughtful look. Gregor saw something flash in the woman’s eyes. Something that didn’t bode well for him.

“Gregor…,” Emily said softly and clung to the man like a fox charming its prey.

“I refuse,” he snapped even before she made any further request.

Emily clicked her tongue, “Huh, he is so obstinate.” The man’s refusal made her enthusiasm even bigger. “I have a great idea. You know that Kelly is a loyal fan of yours, right? That disc that you gave me, can we give it to her?”

Damn it. He knew that this gift would come out sideways to him. The first and only album of his group “Colors of Life” was released in only ten copies. Two of which he had.

“I totally refuse.” What he wanted the least in this world is for Ohara to know his little secret. Enough that the impudent dragon and her husband already know.

“Gregor,” Emily persisted, “You saw how upset Kelly was that Zoya got the bridal bouquet! She will now think that she will never get married!”

“Five glasses of wine are unlikely to lead her to such thoughts,” Barkens muttered.

Emily narrowed her eyes, “Did you… keep track of how much she drank?” The next second the bride’s face beamed with realization, “Oh, I forgot that you like her! How thoughtful of you,” she smiled.

Barkens gave the girl a look as if she had just uttered the craziest nonsense in the world, “I didn’t say that. You made some strange conclusions yourself!”

Yes of course. Lie more to me.

Emily grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him to the table where she and Justin sat. There, on the next table, lay some of the gifts that they received from the guests.

“We’re already leaving. And you take the disc, find Kelly and give it to her. I’m sure this gift will overshadow the bad luck with the bouquet.”

Emily still wanted to hit her husband for taking away one of her main wedding rituals. Where in the world have you seen that the groom would be the one throwing a bouquet?! Still, she had to order two, as she had originally planned.

Barkens, looking doomed, accepted his gift back. To cheer up a drunk woman was not part of his plans. Especially if this woman is Kelly Ohara. She did not watch her tongue when she was sober. What to expect from her when she is that drunk?

And there was already enough alcohol in his blood. Enough to do something stupid.

But the bride’s request was the bride’s request. In addition to a seasoned, light threat from the boss’s position. Hell, they seem to have awakened a dangerous dragon.

Barkens sighed, put the disc into his trousers pocket, left the hall, and trudged down the path into the depths of the alley. At least in this direction, Ohara had gone half an hour earlier.

No, he did not plan to save a mischievous girl from a drunken depression. But who knows what she will do in her condition? This can negatively affect the reputation of the magazine.

After wandering along the paths, he eventually came out to the gazebo, where a girl was sitting on a bench in the shade of a large bush. Her shoulders were down, her hair was tousled as if she wanted to comb it with her fingers but only made it worse, turning the beautiful styling into a wild heron’s nest.

“Hmm, someone’s clearly drinking too much,” Barkens shook his head. “Hey, Ohara. Everyone is leaving. Are you going home or do you have a hotel room?”

The girl didn’t answer, didn’t turn around and didn’t even move.

Did she fall asleep or what? In his youth, he saw his friends falling asleep in more weird positions than this one.

“Hey,” Gregor put his hand on Kelly’s shoulder, “Ohara?”

She shuddered, as if she had just noticed him, and raised her head.

The girl’s lips trembled, and a tear ran down her cheek, smearing the mascara, which had already spread like black blots under her eyes.

Kelly Ohara was crying.

“Damn it,” the man swore through clenched teeth. He clearly did not subscribe to this.