Chapter 18

I followed his line of sight.

There, at the edge of the ballroom, near the buffet tables and far from the center of the crowd, stood two women who were jarringly out of place.

Anna Grayson, once the grand dame of the Upper East Side, now looked at least twenty years older. She was wearing an outdated, dark purple satin gown, the lace at the collar and cuffs intricate but frayed. The dress clearly