When Mason disappeared into the crowd, the noise of the ballroom flowed back in.
Grace watched his back, then turned to Amelia. “So?" she asked. “Do I need to accidentally stab him with a stiletto?"
Amelia shook her head. “No. He said what he came to say. That's enough."
“And you?"
“I left him three years ago," she said. “Tonight just proved I was right."
Grace studied her face, then relaxed. “Good. I don't have waterproof mascara on you."
“I told you," Amelia said. “I'm not going to cry."
“Then I'll go threaten PR for our best photos," Grace said. “Don't let anyone sell you or marry you while I'm gone."
She walked off, phone already to her ear.
Amelia moved toward the windows. Outside, the river reflected the city lights. Her own reflection looked back—blue gown, diamonds, calm e
