“Paul is a very generous benefactor,” Mum says, but I don't respond.
I'm riveted by a handsome, dark-?haired guy standing near the dance floor
. Wait a moment. Don't I . .. know him from somewhere? I do. I do. I definitely recognize him.
At last! “Olivia?” Paul has noticed my expression.
“Is this jolting your memory?”
“Yes!” I can't help a joyful smile. “I remember that guy on the left.” I point at the screen. “I'm not sure who he is exactly, but I know him.
Really well! He's warm, and funny, and I think maybe he's a doctor... or maybe I met him in a casino“ ”Olivia...“ Paul gently cuts me off.
”That's George Clooney, the actor. He was a fellow guest at the ball.“
”Oh.“ I rub my nose, discomfited. ”Oh right.”
George Clooney. Of course it is. I'm a moron. I subside back onto my
