It can't be Her. Except…
No! It's not possible for her to have had another daughter. The doctor said…
Jessica's grip on her champagne tightened.
"Jessica?" came a voice beside her. "You look miles away."
She blinked, turning her smile on like a chandelier as she stared at Senator Greaves, a long-time ally. "Oh, didn't notice your presence. You look dashing tonight."
He chuckled, charmed, but she was already moving again.
She needed to hear the woman speak. Up close and directly as she didn't like the thoughts tumbling in her head.
She walked toward the central sculpture, the same one Eliza had used earlier as a momentary escape, and positioned herself nearby under the pretense of admiring the art.
"Lovely piece, isn't it?" She said in a rather light and unthreatening tone.
Shantel turned slightly. Her mask covered half her face, but her eyes met Jessica's without hesitation. "It's stunning," she responded softly.
