next?
âIâve been here a few times,â the stranger replied, amusement lacing in his voice. âWhat about you?â
Diana glanced up at the guy and was impressed by the manâs well-groomed features. When his striking hazel eyes slid in her direction, she quickly glanced away again.
âItâs my first time here,â Louisa shouted and smiled as if the man were Harry Belafonte. âBoth mine and Dianaâs first time.â She touched her granddaughterâs hand. âIsnât that right, sweetheartâ.
Dianaâs skin crawled with humiliation. âRight, Granny. â
The old woman just chuckled and batted her eyes playfully up at him. Diana started believing that there might be something to the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers, because she truly didnât know or understand the woman pretending to be Louisa tonight.
âBy the way, Iâm Louisa. My good friends call me Lou.â She batted her faux eyelashes again. âAs you know, this is my grandbaby, Diana. Diana, please say hi to the man.â
Sighing, Diana forced her gaze upward. âHi.â For her lackluster performance, she immediately received a swift kick from under the table. âOuch!â
âHello. Iâm Alan.â He glanced between the women, then over at the only person yet to be introduced.
âOh, where are our manners?â Louisa continued to holler over the music. âThis is our good friend and neighbor, Timothy Banks.â
âHello, Tim.â
âHello.â
The menâs hands reached across the table for a brief handshake.
âWell, I actually came over for a dance partner,â Alan said.
âOh, she would love to.â Louisa clapped her hands.
âNana!â
Louisaâs sunny smile beamed over at her granddaughter.
âWhat?â
Alan cleared his throat. âActuallyâ¦I was asking Tim.â
Louisaâs smile flat-lined as she slowly turned her attention to her neighbor.
Tim, however, perked up. âIâd love to.â He jumped up from his chair and tossed a wink over at Diana.
After Tim and Alan left the table it took all the restraint Diana had not to burst out laughing.
Louisa looked at her granddaughter. âWhat just happened here?â
âNothing that you didnât deserve.â Diana smirked.
Their drinks arrived at the table and Diana grumbled about having to pay for them.
âAre you going to act like this the whole night?â Louisa asked, frowning. âNo wonder you have trouble meeting men. Donât you ever smile?â
âNot if I can help it.â Diana flashed her teeth, but the grimace didnât remotely resemble a smile.
Louisa shook her head. âYou get that contrary spirit from your fatherâs side of the family. He didnât care for smiling too much either.â
The barb stung, mainly because she didnât know much about her father and she didnât want to associate anything negative with what little she did know. In the next moment, some young buck appeared at the table and this time asked Louisa to the dance floor.
âNana, I really donâtââ
âOh, relax. I didnât come here tonight just to watch you sulk in the corner.â Louisa stood from the chair and clutched on to the twenty-something manâs arm. âIâll be fine.â
There wasnât a point to arguing, Diana soon learned, as Louisa laughed her way to the dance floor.
Dianaâs pride suffered a massive blow when she realized that a seventy-two-year-old woman was picked over her. âIâm more hopeless than I thought.â She rolled her eyes heavenward and prayed for strength to get through the evening.
A man on the balcony of the second floor caught her attention. âMr. Taylor,â she whispered.
Her gaze remained glued on him while he laughed and hobnobbed with model-thin women in expensive stilettos. Jealousy hit her like a