Elliott ignored the glances directed his way. This was the worst part of playing his brother. He hated the attention his looks could get the moment he entered the room.
So, he barely registered the people speaking to him as he moved through the ballroom. Their faces blurred together. If he were really an actor, he would be interested in smooching these investors and other celebrities. He wasn't.
He hated people who pretended to be benevolent when they were sharks underneath.
His gaze swept across the room once more. He was looking for the only person he was interested in tonight. Vanessa Grant. He finally found her at the top of the mezzanine looking down.
And then he could not look away. She was standing above, looking at the room and the crowd, looking too striking for her own good.
