"Will Mr.Rafael attend the party? I've heard that he was having a tough time dealing with his finances," a man said while sitting at their table.
"Don't forget that he is a strong competitor to win the season's award, as it is rumored that there are some new faces that have swept the trade arena." The lady with a nice gown said it with a bitter tast in her tone.
"I'm not sure, but some rumors say that he faked his wife's death just to be with this woman; what was her name? Yes, it's Joliet; she's a writer."The other man spoke.
Just out of sedence, Mr.Rafael walked tangling hands with Joliet; lots of looks were on them, surveying Joliet in particular; his body gaurd barely managed to keep the journalists away from them.
"Are you sure that it's okay to be here? I don't mind going back; you who matter to me," he asked, placing her slawly on the chair. She sighed in agreement, and with a thin smile, lots of photos were taken for them.
