"Someone you know?" Alexandre asked as he casually took a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Does an enemy count as an acquaintance?" Hera replied with a playful glint in her eye. She accepted the champagne from him and raised her glass in a mock toast toward Alice.
Across the room, Alice's face twisted with fury. The reaction made Hera chuckle—a light, melodic sound that reminded Alexandre of windchimes in summer. He found himself smiling too, amused and oddly charmed.
"She looks like she's about to devour you whole. Want some help dealing with her?" Alexandre offered, his tone relaxed but sincere.
Normally, he paid no mind to catfights—he'd seen too many women squabble over him, desperate to outdo one another just to win his attention. It was something he never quite understood. With so many men in the world, why bother fighting over just one?
