An extract for the book again.

Bitterness that adds the poison to every uttered word drips from their tongues as she enters. A grim cloud casts over their faces when she comes into view. The atmosphere is heavy with the evil it surrounds and each of the guest’s eyes is fixed on her. As she walks towards the centre of the room, they whisper amongst themselves. She notices this but does not hesitate; instead with each whisper her steps become more arrogant, adding a buoyant quality to her presence. She certainly is one to look at with her soft brown curls gently set in a bun at the back of her neck, with a few stray curls cast loosely on her bare shoulders. Her face is set in a smug yet pleasing smile that compliments the gentle blush on her cheeks. As she reaches the centre of the room her deep honey coloured eyes sparkle with a mischief so many have forgotten along with their childhood. As she stands she nervously fixes her hair, then her sapphire dress re-arranging its skirt. Her skin has a paler tone to it tonight, in contrast to the deep midnight blue of her dress and with the tender blush on her cheeks adds a polished superiority to her. No one speaks and they stand waiting from some movement, a sign, someone to say something, anything. Yet it is as if they have frozen, the champagne in their hands raised half way towards their mouths. The women eye her with envy like tigresses’, the protectiveness feeding off their own insecurities. Her lips part slowly and words inviting them to dance float in the air for a moment. Then the frozen image shatters and the party breathes life with the chattering, drinking and the guests dancing.