dear, this party is wonderful!" Mary
exclaimed as she surveyed the room. "You've really outdone
"Actually, Mother, a lot of this is Jillian's
doing." Francis smiled and waved at a hospital board member
she spotted across the room. "She had very specific ideas
about how she wanted this evening to go. Now, I just wish you'd
wired us and told us you were coming. I don't have the guest room
"Oh, nonsense! I've already had my driver drop my things
off here at the hotel. I'm just a couple of floors down in one of
the penthouses." She turned to see her grandson beginning to
look rather nervous. "Reginald,
when is Jillian supposed to get here? I would think that she'd
want to attend her own party!"
"Um...well, Nana, Jillian sort of likes to make an
entrance." Reginald's eyes again darted toward the foyer by
the elevators. Sure, Jillian liked to make an entrance, but she
was already nearly an hour late.
"I bet she's having second thoughts."
sarcasm was met with a stern glare from Francis and a furrowing of the
brow from Reginald. "What girl in her right mind would want a
stupid lug like you?"
"Very funny, Maggie...." Reginald's voice trailed off
as he began to wonder exactly was taking his fiancée so long.
"I'm sure she'll be here in no time," Charles
spoke up. "Jillian wouldn't miss this party for
anything." He glanced at his wife and noticed the scowl that
had begun to form on her face. "Francis, what's wrong?"
"I can't believe she's got the nerve to show her face
her." Francis' teeth clinched at the sight of Lorraine
standing across the room. "After what's she's done to Trevor!"
"I don't know how you can blame her breakup with Trevor on her.
You don't know what happened between them."
"I know that Trevor thought the world of her! Surely he
didn't leave her. Somehow, this is her fault and I'm sure
Monroe had something to do with it!"
"Mother!" came the voice from behind her. Francis
stopped cold and turned to see Trevor's angry face.