"No idea who she is. Some rising star out of Hollywood, maybe?"
"She's got more presence than half the actresses in this room."
More and more heads turned toward the woman standing beside Peter.
She commanded the room without trying, a black strapless velvet couture gown fitted to every line of her figure, her hair freshly styled into soft curls and swept up, a black-and-white diamond hairpin catching the light. It was the single most valuable piece from the Piano collection, and no one in the room could look away from it.
Julian caught a glimpse of her from behind and thought she looked familiar, until she turned around.
"Eleanor?"
Cassandra, Brooke, and Whitney all froze at once.
Julian said nothing. But something in his eyes sharpened, brightened.
He'd never once seen her wearin
