The gasp that moved through the room was not loud but it was definitely most awe inspiring. For a moment, Lynette actually feared that it was for Vanessa?
But as she turned and saw the person who had entered, a smirk came over her face. The ugly duckling had not turned into a swan.
It was Elliott Ross who had just entered. Like every woman in the room, her breath caught at his arrival.
He stood at the entrance alone, and seemed to have paused there for just a second too long, but the entire room had unconsciously stopped moving the moment he stepped inside.
Lynette felt a spark inside her. He really was extraordinary. In person he was something cameras had never quite managed to capture. She had seen him on screens, on billboards, on the cover of every magazine that had crossed her dressing table in the last four years. She had thought she knew what he looked like.
