“You were handsome even then,” I say, and we walk in. “I thought that everyone was a movie star back then. Dressed to the nines.” I look around to see that some people have gathered near the door, and the waitress and waiter are walking around with trays of food and drinks. “Who would have thought I would actually attend one of them.” I grab a glass of champagne from the passing waiter.

“You belong here,” he says. He’s about to say something else, but someone comes up to him and calls for his attention. He introduces me to the man who looks like he’s ninety with his three-piece suit and the gold chain leading to his watch in the small pocket of the vest.

“If you would excuse us, girly,” he says and pulls Beau away, leaving me standing in the middle of the room. I look around, and I get some who smile at me and some who sneer my way.

“This is going to be so much fun,” I say to myself, taking another sip of champagne. I walk farther into the house, and a woman comes up to me and introduces herself as Beau’s new assistant. She smiles and then runs off to speak to someone who she knows. I look around for him again as I finish off my glass and then grab another one. I try to look for Beau, and when I spot him, he looks like he is with a group of old stuffy suits.

“Savannah.” I hear my name called and turn to see Mary Ellen coming toward me. She is dressed perfectly with a A-line dress that is tight on the top with a string of pearls around her neck. “Don’t you look lovely?” She smiles and leans in to kiss both my cheeks, which shocks me. She’s never done this before.

“Mary Ellen,” I say her name and smile as fake as she is acting. I thought she liked me somewhat, but I guess I was wrong. I was wrong about so much. “You look lovely yourself.”

“Thank you, dear,” she says and then sees me drinking the champagne. “I would go easy on the drinks, Savannah. We have a name to uphold.” I’m about to ask her what, when she grabs her own glass of champagne. “You don’t actually drink it,” she says. “You just hold it while you chitchat.”

“Good to know,” I mumble.

“So I heard the news that the two of you got married,” she says, and I think maybe she might be happy for me, but when I look at her, I see her almost sneer at me.

“We did,” I say, taking a sip. “It was lovely.”