Standing here and judging everyone? Ragge thought he was being funny, that that was a dig at him even, maybe; but Sampson’s lip curled up in sneering amusement as if to say of course, you make it so easy, after all. “Please, I can multitask,” Sam remarked instead, taking a sip of champagne and looking at his fingernails on his other hand as if to prove it (or to be sure a gardener’s dirt was not contagious).
“Good luck with that, though,” he added sardonically, looking up to scan the room as if prospects could have possibly changed in that time. Ragge would have his work cut out for him finding someone to dance with, if he pretended to have standards. “I don’t see a single face you could actually call pretty.” Even the best-looking girl amongst the maids had a face like a pug.
“Good luck with that, though,” he added sardonically, looking up to scan the room as if prospects could have possibly changed in that time. Ragge would have his work cut out for him finding someone to dance with, if he pretended to have standards. “I don’t see a single face you could actually call pretty.” Even the best-looking girl amongst the maids had a face like a pug.