It was getting late, and Martin was ready to leave. To him, such an art party was not fun at all, far less interesting than parties in Hollywood.
Everyone was acting like a civilized person, which halved the fun.
Before leaving, Alexandra came over and asked, "Aren't you calling your friend?"
"Mene? Never mind him," Martin glanced at where Mene was. "He made a new friend, seems quite famous."
Alexandra also looked in that direction and said, "The person he's talking to is Celine Dion."
Mene was standing in front of a sculpture with Celine Dion, chatting away enthusiastically, while she was prompted to laugh from time to time by Mene's jokes.
The forty-year-old Celine Dion was right in the age range that Mene was best at seducing.
Martin definitely wouldn't disturb his old pal and said, "Let's go."
Alexandra and Catherine followed Martin out the door, and as they reached the foyer, the latter nudged the former and gave a meaningful glance.
