Since it was a pure auction, Emily had a ticket, so Mia and Emily were seated at table sixteen, not conspicuous but not in a corner either.
Of course, the title "Mrs. Franklin" would never be assigned to such an inconspicuous spot. Still, today she was well-disguised with heavy makeup and black-framed glasses, so no one could recognize her unless they were close acquaintances.
The people at the table next to her were strangers, whispering to each other and occasionally casting seemingly casual glances her way. She was sure they were suspicious of her identity.
After all, her wedding to William, though not as grand as Kingsly and Rachel's century wedding, had caused a stir at the time, so few people wouldn't recognize her.
Just as she and Emily were wondering why the auction hadn't started yet, the reporters in the venue suddenly turned on their flashlights and magnesium lights.
Then, Quentin Morrison appeared in everyone's sight, dressed in a black suit.
