Yes.

You couldn't let this continue. Not with your boss. You looked around for some sort of distraction. Frustratingly you couldn't think of anything, so you hurried into the next room in a panicked state. As you looked around hoping to see something that might spark an idea, you saw a familiar face. A middle-aged woman who you've only met once before. Tom's wife. She looked as if she was searching the room.

This was the perfect interruption. You walked over to her and offered a smile.

"You look lost!" You exclaimed not impolitely.

"Of sorts my dear. Tell me, have you seen my husband?" She asked in a endearing tone.

"Tom? Yes, actually. He was speaking with that young woman... I didn't get her name... In the next room." You paused at the mention of the woman and did your best to act mesmerized, as if remembering the lady in question, hoping to ignite some jealousy in the older woman. It seemed to work.

"Hmph. Thank you." She said simply as she walked away from you and into the next room. You followed her in and saw Tom regard her with disdain.

Wife caught your gaze and smirked sheepishly. You ushered her towards you and you left quietly together, not drawing any attention.

"What were you doing with my boss!?" You asked angrily as you got into the car.

"What? I was just chatting. I don't think he even knew who I was to be honest." She said casually.

You remained silent for the rest of the drive home, fuming at your fiance.

When you got home, you showered after Emily and went straight to bed. You knew that she wasn't drunk enough to miss tomorrow's party, but you were too mad to care.