Grace was making her rounds through the crowded ballroom shaking hands and showcasing her signature smile. It was professional but still had the appearance of being warm and genuine. Those acting lessons really paid off, she was thinking to herself. At the moment she started sipping her champagne she could have sworn she overheard the voice of Jillian, the bit part actress that stole her beloved Alexander's attention. That can't be right, she thought, why would she be here if they ran off together? Also if she is here, did she come with Alex?
Suddenly Grace's heart started thumping so hard in her chest, she thought she could actually hear it in her head. She slowly turned, not wanting to seem alarmed or create a scene. That's exactly what the paparazzi and critics would love to see. She could see the front page of the New Yorker displaying a less than flattering photo of her or worse being the new feature on those horrid tabloid magazines she despised.
That annoying, shrill voice was definitely undeniable. But Alex was nowhere to be found. Once she continued to listen she understood why. She decided to intentionally eavesdrop on Jillian's conversation she was having with a colleague.