My gaze runs over the crowd, drinking, talking, and laughing. The event is just starting and people are still coming in through the doors and going to mingle. I could give a shit about everyone else, I planned this as a publicity stunt and to see a certain reporter. My eyes widen when I see them walk in, a waiter walking by and handing them a glass of champagne.

"Oh fuck—"

I clear my throat and I set down my champagne, watching them closely. My heart races as I hesitate to approach them.