Everything about the engagement party was exactly what Evelyn Shaw's father had dreamed of, and that was exactly the problem. No one thought to ask Evelyn what she had dreamed about, or whether she remembered how to dream.
Five hundred guests packed the grand ballroom of the Pierre Hotel, the champagne fountain flowed like liquid gold, a string quartet was playing Mozart in the corner, and almost all the important figures in New York's financial world were present. A towering floral arrangement of white roses and orchids circled the stage, where Julian Blackwood would soon toast. Custom-made crystal chandeliers spread their swaying light across the polished floor, casting fragmented rays of light on the women's gowns, which cost more than most people's cars, and illuminating the men's tailored suits and skilled smiles.
Purpose: The heroine works hard