Dana POV
"Is she always like that?" Mason asked incredulously as he snagged two champagne glasses from a nearby waiter and handed them to me, a look of indignation on his face.
"Who?" I asked blankly, my thoughts turning back to Hunter and how handsome he had looked in his suit, his hair groomed neatly back, his frame intimidating and suave.
"That Sandra girl," Mason said irritably "she's so ungrateful and selfish. I can't imagine what Hunter sees in her" he added with exasperation "god knows I would never date a girl who showed her true colors like that. Is the man blind or stupid?" he sneered.
Hunter was both, I thought uncharitably, forcing a smile and looking at Mason. At least Mason seemed to understand how shallow Sandra was, but he appeared to be one of the few who did. I went
