Chattering accompanied the clinking glasses in the background. The amount of glamour and money in that one place was comparable to a multinational bank. Celebrities from different industries gathered in their tailored and custom suits and dresses, the photographers at the entrance incessantly clicking for their quality shots for every person they wished to feature.
Coming in with a red designer gown, Connie walked in with Clive instead. She had her blonde hair in elegant big curls, but they were more curved than her smiles. It was her birthday, but there was nothing much to celebrate. She couldn't make it too grand either because people kept asking about her sister. Connie didn't have a good relationship with Blanche; Scott was closer to her, even.
