Virgilia did her best to keep her eyes and mind on the tasks before her, ignoring the tingle that came from being in the same room as Cass who regularly stared at her, imploring her to meet his eyes. She chastised herself for letting her fantasy take her away from reality. The truth was, the man she had that incredible connection with was a Baxter. He was not just a Baxter, but the heir Baxter. Even though their time together had been wonderful, it was over. She was just the help; that was as much of the cliché as she wanted to entertain.
Cass could tell that Virgilia was tense and saw how she easily avoided his gaze. It drove him mad when she just walked away before he even got close enough to say something. As soon as this party was over, he had to talk to Lila and make her understand that nothing had changed for him. For the rest of the party, he was only half himself. Cass managed to muddle through the conversations about the industry and his goals after graduation, but his mind was on being with her again. At about two-thirty, there were only a few guests lagging and his father was deep in shop talk. He quickly excused himself and looked for Virgilia.
“Milly, where’s Virgilia?”
“What did that girl do, Mr. Newton? I told her—”
“She didn’t do anything, Milly,” Cass said a bit too sharply as he saw the older woman flinch. “I’m sorry. Really, everything is fine. I just really need to talk to her, that’s all.”