"Where the hell is he," Miranda said, turning her head sharply from one direction to the other.
Her voice was edged with growing frustration, her eyes scanning the crowd with increasing irritation.
She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her polished nails tapping impatiently against her elbow.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she shifted her weight restlessly, trying to maintain her poise.
But the tension in her jaw and the forced upturn of her lips betrayed her rising anger.
"Hmm I'm tired just because he is handsome and wealthy what does he take himself for to stand me waiting for so long,"
she muttered under her breath, pretending to smile at the passing guests while her thoughts fumed.
It had already been thirty minutes since her arrival, yet Roman didn't show up.
Miranda was forcing her smile with all her might, trying to appear composed in front of the elegantly dressed crowd.
