*Anna*“Anna?” Grant says with concern dripping from his voice. “Are you okay?”I manage a nod, but I don’t feel okay, not after what I just heard. Those bitches were actually trying to convince me that I was flirting with my own husband behind my back!“Are Hattie and Grandmother Trudy in there?” he asks, looking over my shoulder toward the bathroom.“They are. And they were trying to convince me that you were flirting with another woman.” I shake my head, annoyed.Grant takes my arm and leads me away from the bathroom, probably in case they come out. “How stupid is that? I definitely wasn’t flirting with Barbara, even though she wouldn’t leave me the hell alone.”“Barbara?” I ask. Of course, I had seen that hussy over by him while I was on the stage giving my speech, but that’s not at all who I was talking about.He turns and looks at me, eyebrows raised. “Yes. Isn’t that who they were talking about?”“No,” I tell him. “They said that you and Ms. Savage from Savage Enterprises were
*Anna*I exited the bathroom and came back to the main room just in time for Mr. Rice to find me in the crowd and drag me to the stage. My knees are knocking together a bit, but I do my best to keep from showing my nerves. I keep reminding myself that I’m A. Savage now, and no one is going to make fun of me. I could trip and fall down the stairs, and everyone would think it was the cool thing to do.Andy graciously introduces me, and I take the microphone with a smile. “Thank you all so very much for that kind welcome,” I say. I have prepared a brief statement, nothing major, but then, as I’m glancing around the room–I see something that makes my stomach twist into a knot.Barbara Smith is standing next to my husband.Right next to my husband.Dangerously close to my husband.I can’t help but lose my train of thought for a moment as I glare at her. How dare she make a move on Grant when Anna isn’t around! That slut!“Ms. Savage?” Andy prompts next to me. “Are you all right?”“Yes, tha
*Grant*Where in the world is Anna?I keep glancing around the room, but I don’t see her anywhere. I know that her feelings were hurt when we first arrived, but it’s been almost a half an hour, and I think she must still be in the restroom. I hope she’s okay. What if she’s in there crying, and there’s nothing I can do about it?At least Anna was there when Grandmother Trudy was bad-mouthing her in front of A. Savage. I hope that Ms. Savage wasn’t serious when she said that she might need to reconsider our negotiations because Grandmother was so rude about Anna. While it is odd to me that she would care so much about someone she’s never met, I do appreciate it.Several people come over to speak to me. I smile and laugh, trying to stay engaged in the conversation, but all the while, I’m looking around for Anna.Finally, after almost forty minutes, Anna appears a few feet away from me. She looks hesitant to come over to where I’m speaking to a colleague from another company.“Anna?” I sa
*Anna*A lump the size of a basketball has formed in my throat as we pull up to the event center. Photographers and other news media line both sides of the walkway. I feel like I’m going to pass out from all of this attention, and I have to do this twice.Grant waits for everyone else to get out of the car. The photographers start yelling at Grandmother Trudy immediately, asking her about her dress and who will be the next CEO of Young Corporation. She doesn’t answer those types of questions. Instead, she mostly smiles and waves and then heads inside. We wait for Hattie to make her way down the aisle–she does stop and chat with anyone and everyone who wants to speak to her–before we get out.I latch onto Grant’s arm like he’s the last available lifeboat, and I’m on the Titanic. “You’re fine,” he whispers to me. “I’ve got you.”“Look, it’s Grant Young!” one of the people in the crowd yells. “Grant, is it true that you sealed the deal with Savage Enterprises?”My husband smiles proudly
*Anna*Sitting at my vanity in the bedroom I am starting to feel like I actually share with my husband–rather than just being allowed to keep my things here–I try taking deep breaths to calm myself, but it’s not working so far.I’m wearing the silver gown over the sparkly black pants that hit about mid-calf. I don’t think it’s noticeable, but that’s just one of the many problems that keep flooding my mind as I finish doing my makeup.Will people notice that A. Savage is wearing the exact same shade of eyeshadow as I am? I can change my lipstick, but it’s not so easy to switch eyeshadow shades. What if Grant stares into my eyes so long he realizes we are wearing exactly the same shades? I’ll be wearing glasses, but not dark ones. Not anything that will cover up the shade.I’m going to be found out, and everything is going to be ruined.“Are you okay, Anna?” Grant asks behind me, not for the first time.I manage a smile. “Yes, yes. I was just thinking about… how hard it will be to eat d
*Grant*I get home before Anna–again. That’s not unusual. In fact, every night since she started volunteering at this new charity place, I’ve gotten home before her.I tried asking her what she was doing exactly over dinner the other night, but she was very vague. She said it was a soup kitchen of some sort. I asked her if we should consider making a donation, and she said that they’d told her that her hard work was donation enough.Still, I’d like to have the time to talk to her about her day, like we did when we were at dinner alone the other night. That’s the problem with family dinner. There’s never an opportunity to speak to one’s spouse in private.I suppose we could always do that in our room, but the situation has been awkward in such a small space. Standing in front of the mirror, I take off my tie and cufflinks. I will not be wearing my suit jacket to family dinner tonight. With the grand charity event looming, that’s all anyone can talk about at dinner, and even the idea o