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Prompt #65: Passing
Word count: 100
Olivia raised the glass of Chardonnay, her eyes turned up over the rim. Around her the ball continued in a controlled frenzy, a sea of people separating her and Gregory. Across the room, she watched a bleached blonde draw him into conversation. The woman's hand trailed the length of his arm, eventually snaking around his waist. He turned to her, whispering into her ear.
Five years ago, Olivia would've slipped between them, making her presence known. It had always amused him when she had bouts of possessiveness. Now, she just stood still and sipped her wine, the moment passing her.