'Damn! Why couldn't Nik…sorry, Nikolas be more like his younger brother?'

      As she watched Andresj' Cassadine and the statuesque woman dance, Carly could not help but marvel. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd crossed paths with the young Cassadine heir, and each one never failed to leave her breathless. He was without a doubt the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes upon. But it wasn't just his looks. Granted, his voice many times had made Carly feel as if she was being rubbed down with hand-warmed oil. And to watch him move was something she could never tire of. There was no need to go there regarding the eyes. On second thought, Carly decided…

      His eyes.

      It was more than the warm, inviting shade of brown. More than the way it seemed they could caress your very soul. No, what struck her most about Andresj's eyes was how when trained upon you they, much like the young man, had the ability to make you feel as if you were the only person in the room, maybe even the world.

      Still, staggeringly handsome and immensely charming though he was, Carly's carnal thoughts regarding Andresj' were entertained oh-so briefly. ‘Yeah, he might be almost as smooth as his smoldering daddy,’ she allowed, ‘but he’s still only 19.’ Yet somehow that fact didn't seem to faze the socialites she'd read about him being linked to, though.

      Then again, he was a Cassadine. And the normal rules simply didn't apply to them, Carly decided. Case in point? She'd watched in mute amazement as he worked the room, charming nearly every woman, young and old, black and white and every shade in between, that he came in contact with.

      The latest recipient of his attention seemed to be playing it so cool she was glacial. In possession of the kind of beauty that no doubt inspired men to paint portraits and pen songs of undying love and devotion, the café au lait stunner was aloof and undeniably polished. Her face was unfamiliar to Carly, who had made it a point to greet and chat up as many of the club's patrons as possible. If memory served her correctly, she arrived with that shameless flirt of a smart-mouthed doctor Bobbie was always bitching about.

      Her eyes sweeping the room still searching for Sonny, Carly resigned herself to the fact that he wasn't going to show. He’s probably holed up on that damn island hideaway of his with that doctor named Simone,’ she huffed.

      And speaking of doctors…

      Carly looked on as the source of her mother's irritation held court at her table with a ruggedly handsome business associate of Jax's. The man's name escaped her at the moment, but she recalled Jax mentioning that he was quite possibly the most powerful man in Genoa City. (Wherever the hell that was.) He either owned or used to own a cosmetics company, too. Janot? Jatot? Jabot. Yep. That was it.

      Although Mr. Genoa City was mackin' - hard, too - it seemed the doc wasn't having any of it. Unfortunately, the mustachioed millionaire had mistaken her obvious boredom as an attempt to play hard to get. Carly would have loved nothing more than to watch the woman endure the unwanted company (and advances) of the man, but a quick glance at her watch told her shortly she'd have to join Jax and take center stage to bask in the success of the evening. Not yet, but soon.

      Until then, it was all about plastic smiles and pressing flesh…