a weight lifting

ng into the wide hallway,

erling and

tically stumbled back

icked whisper. "Mr. Thompson! I... I didn't

from her, just like in my memories of the

s arm, her perfectly manicured

t, her gaze fixed on

urned her disdainful eyes to me. "Alex. So, Elea

that any wedding Eleanor Vance p

I said, my

fume filling the air, a scent I once

r voice low and urgent. "Mark and I are together. We'

beautiful face that had

a dull ache, but the memory of her words, "I

different. I wasn't that

calm, "I have absolutely no

then narrowing in suspicion. Mark jus

grand wedding for Alex Thompson

themselves at the center of a whirlw

e-to-be. After all, we had been a "c

immense political and social capital, was something Ronnie

or at least, she thought she di