nd ambition. Eleanor moved through the crowd like

the Vance girl?" "I thought she was the quiet one." "That dre

e it inside. They were flushed,

leanor near the

a harsh hiss that cut through the ambient jazz.

u ruined my moment! The press isn't talking a

ma was tasty. Rich people loved

swirling her champagne. "Unlike some pe

ped. "Are you

ction looks remarkably like my sketchbook from 2019. P

assandra

lex. She had slapped Eleanor a dozen

rced throu

t flinch. She

mo

an's wrist in mid-air. The sound

dropped to a register that was pu

. Vivian gas

with a shove. Vivian stumbl

cked, grabbed a glass of red wine

the wine a

were honed by years of training. She

ly. Instead, it splashed onto a

d. The gap between her

l

d Cassandra ac

ailing slap. It was cal

e entire hall. The jazz ban

, hand to her cheek,

e ringing out in the quiet roo

. "Security! Security! Throw this tr

The Head of Security, Miller,

g finger at Eleanor. "A

oked at the crying Cassandra. H

Miller asked Eleanor, his t

had already radioed ahead. VVIP

," Eleanor said, looking bored. "

to Vivian. His

your voice. You are dist

asping for air. "But... I'm Vivian Vance! She'

first," Miller said calmly. "Pl

champagne. She looked at Cassa

or the first time, she rea