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under the table and touched Troy’s leg, making him look at me. I was sure that he noticed the anxiety that was starting to spread across my face, because he put his hand over mine and pressed softly.”
    “Then what happened?” she heard Sebastian asking as he stared at Eva.
    “The woman’s next statement was not very strange either, but my anxiety was getting stronger.”
    “What was the next statement?” Arielle could hardly wait for a reply.
    “She asked us to give her our names, so she could check them off the sheet. She did ask quite politely. We gave her our names, and she looked as if she was putting a checkmark next to each name.
    “The tone of her voice was still very professional and very polite, but there was something repulsive about her. Her next question made me wonder why she was so persistent. She said that she showed two more names, and she was wondering if they were going to be attending the dinner.”
    “Arielle’s and mine?” Sebastian questioned, sure of her reply.
    “Yes, we knew that the names on the sheet were yours, but we didn’t think it was important for her to know that you were not going to be there. We didn’t think it was important for her to know that the tickets were given to Loren and Paul instead. I guess our thought was that as long as tickets were purchased for six it would make no difference what the six names were on that sheet. Paul and Loren were about forty minutes late, and Miss Willington was back at our table asking if the other two people were going to show up. Her voice had grown agitated. Troy was composed and polite as he explained that the other two should be there shortly, as they had encountered car trouble. Strangely enough, she gave us a half a smile and walked away. I still had a terrible feeling about her presence, and I was very worried about her being in close proximity.”
    “Ian was pretty aggravated. He wanted to know ‘what in bloody hell’ it mattered if the party was two, four, or six. The entire table was paid for, so the club shouldn’t care if a couple people didn’t show. Troy remained unruffled, and he went to see the club manager. We were all watching, and he had the strangest expression on his face as he walked back to our table.”
    Eva paused, swallowing. The story was drying her mouth. Arielle spotted the glass of ice water on the dinner tray and handed it to her friend. After sipping cautiously, Eva rested her head on the pillow for a minute and closed her eyes. Though she was obviously exhausted, they desperately needed to hear if the rest of the story gave them any answers.
    “Gabby wanted to know what Troy said to the manager. I remember Troy’s eyes narrowing and him pinching the tip of his nose, shaking his head in perplexity. He told us that the Club Manager was in charge of the personnel roster, and he had never hired a Miss Willington.” Eva stopped talking and gazed again between Arielle and Sebastian. Arielle looked over at Sebastian and caught a glimpse of anxiety in his eyes. He clenched his jaw for a brief moment. Eva’s voice distracted her, and she turned to look at her friend as she continued with the recollection of that night’s events.
    “I remember all of us speculating about who Miss Willington was and why she created such an episode. I watched Troy’s eyes fixed straight ahead, and I was sure that his thoughts were exactly like mine. Shortly after the incident, Troy asked me to dance and we had a chance to talk. I told him that I had the same feeling about this woman as I did about Savanna at your birthday party, and he was also sure that she was an immortal that was sent by Annabel.” Arielle gasped out loud, and her body shivered. Sebastian moved closer and put his arm around her; he held her tightly to his side.
    Arielle collected her thoughts and now she wanted to know everything Eva could recall. “So what happened next?” she asked in a trembling voice.
    “Next thing I remember Troy was