A smug look flickered in Hector Vaughn's eyes as he recalled how Rose White's best friend had just stormed in, walked straight up to him without a word, and used the pretense of grabbing the glass to touch his hand.
'It seems this girl really came for me. She must be just like all those other girls at school, completely smitten with my looks.'
So, Hector Vaughn cleared his throat. He ignored Sylvia Vaughn, who was slumped over the table, and gave Aurora Sterling a gentle smile. "I don't believe we've met. Why did you snatch my glass?"
The Hector Vaughn of this moment was a stark contrast to the one who had been forcing Sylvia Vaughn to drink just moments before. Now, he was as gentle as a lamb, the very picture of a cultured and handsome upperclassman.
'Sanctimonious hypocrite. A wolf in sheep's clothing.'
