She grimaced and shrugged, as she focused intently on the digital screen of the camera she had brought along.
"They wanted a journalist from the agency to report, so here I am. If they don't like it, they can eat my ass." She snorted as she frowned in concentration.
Ann watched her struggle with the camera for a little while as they made their way to a quieter area of the ballroom. She grabbed a drink for them both from one of the passing waiters and they took their places unobtrusively on a little chaise lounge at the side.
"Ah, Jesus… finally! God, I hate these things sometimes." Lexi muttered as she turned her attention fully to Ann. "Okay, sorry about that, these damn cameras can be a nightmare sometimes. Now. Maeve. Brad. Spill."
Ann chuckled. She wasn't sure it was a go
