The dog walker had just called to say she would be arriving a little late to pick up Goldie, her tawny colored Pomeranian, for her morning trot through Central Park. Normally Grace would be upset, but today she seemed too caught up in her own world to really be as concerned about it as she would usually be. Lately she had been moping about her condo overlooking the park. Finally she settled into one of the burgundy overstuffed Louis XIV chairs that she fell for and was dying to have no matter the cost.
Although Grace had been famous as a theater actress for the past 10 years, she still clearly remembers her not so affluent upbringing in Hoboken, New Jersey and sometimes still needed to give herself permission to spend money. Tall and thin with a graceful walk from years of training at academies in New York and abroad, she glanced at the envelope she received earlier that week that had been the cause for her moodiness; the wedding invitation. One of her close friends, Amanda, was preparing to walk down the aisle soon, and although Grace was genuinely happy for her, she was also reminded of how lonely she really was. She wanted the same love, one that was promised forever.