The second Janet entered the banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the rich and powerful.

It was already dark out, but the brightly lit hall was even livelier than a sunny room.

But there was more to it than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table to table and exchanging tactful greetings.

Ethan stopped a waiter and took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of orange juice from his tray.

He handed the orange juice to Janet. "What are you looking at?"