oft chime, revealing a private landin

deep breath an

ampagne flutes, and the elite of New York societ

the grand, sweeping staircas

rawn to the stunning young woman in the simple black

he crowd. "Who is that?" "

holding court, turned to see what had captured everyone

pstairs had been replaced by this vision of breat

lass paused halfway to his lips, his eyes wid

ousy, their greed. A small, cold smile touched her

rst. He plastered on a benevolent smile and mov

ement was smooth and deliberate. She continued toward the center of th

k in place, trying to link arms with Chl

ley to stumble. "Stay away from me," she said, h

she quickly composed her features into

of the ballroom flickered. The classical pain

ry head in the room tu

ikingly like Chloie, with the same heavy makeup she used to wear. She was in

raight from a bottle. Then another, with a suspici

hock turned into murmurs of disgu

d over her heart and let out a theatrical cry. "Chlo

f! Turn that thing off now!" he roared, but the techn

he perfect picture of a heartbroken sister. But behind

the eyes of everyone in the room on hi

ll the judgment in the room focused

he di

her chest, watching the slideshow with an air o

but in the tense silence, it sounded impossi

, snatched the microphone from the master of ceremonies,