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Emma in a rare moment of nanny-mini-genius bonding.

    "A bottle of Pol Roger, please," Graydon said to the

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    waiter, then fixed his dark eyes on Adrienne. "You like champ, right?"

    "Sure,"Adrienne said, barely able to hear him over the clamor of the young and attractive people around them. She glanced at the woman sitting at the next table.

    She was blond and almost shockingly thin, dressed head to toe in Dior.A gorgeous aquamarine-and-diamond necklace glittered at her throat, and she chatted animatedly on her Vertu cell phone.

    Five thousand dollars for a cell phone, Adrienne thought. Can the reception actually be any better? Judging by how loudly the woman was talking, it clearly wasn't. The woman fiddled with her glittering necklace absently as she chatted away about her couture fitting.

    Adrienne gazed down at her own outfit. Though the Valentino cocktail dress was perfect for the evening, it felt like a hand-me-down compared with the clothes that the girls around her were wearing. Actually, it was a hand-me- down: one of Cameron's discards. She also appeared to be the only female on the premises who wore absolutely no jewelry. For the first time in a long time, Adrienne felt like a high school student playing dress-up.

    Graydon grinned at her from across the table.

    Adrienne blushed, feeling his unwavering, direct gaze. She ducked her head. "What?" she asked.

    "I have something for you," he said. He reached into

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    his pocket and pulled out a tiny red leather box.Adrienne's eyes widened. She recognized the logo on the box--she'd seen similar ones in Mrs.Warner's jewelry collection. It was from the very expensive store Cartier.

    I can't accept this, Adrienne's brain shouted. It's too much. "Graydon--" she began.

    "I--I hope you like it," Graydon said, suddenly seem- ing nervous. "You might think it's kind of corny."

    She couldn't imagine anything from Cartier being "corny." Curious, she took the box from him, opened it slowly, and gasped.

    Nestled into the white satin fabric was a charm bracelet--but instead of the diamonds, rubies, and sapphires she had expected, the charms were made of chocolate!

    "It's so cute!" Adrienne said, pulling the bracelet from the box. Each chocolate charm was wrapped in shiny colored tinfoil. She held and twisted the bracelet around so she could examine each adorable confection.

    "Oh, good!" Graydon said with relief. "I saw them making the bracelets at this place over on Madison and thought you'd like one. But then I wasn't so sure . . ."

    "I love it," Adrienne declared. "I just don't know if I want to eat it or keep it!"

    Graydon suddenly looked worried."You're not disap- pointed that it isn't from Cartier, are you? I just used a box I found at home."

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    Adrienne smiled. "This is so much better than some superexpensive rock."

    "I'm really glad you like it." Graydon smiled shyly. "I--I want to get things right with you, Adrienne.You're different from the other girls I've known. So I--I just don't--"

    "Menu?" interrupted the waiter."Tonight we have . . ."

    Graydon snapped back up. "Four ounces of beluga to start," he ordered in the pompous and familiar voice Adrienne recognized as the "old" Graydon.

    "And for the young lady?" the waiter said.

    "I'll have a hamburger," Adrienne said.

    "A what?" the waiter replied, incredulous.

    Graydon grinned. "Can the fish eggs," he said. "Make that two hamburgers."

    "Medium rare," Adrienne said.

    "With onions," Graydon added.

    "And pickles . . ."

    "And ketchup . . ."

    "And fries . . ."

    "And would you like shakes with that?" the waiter asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Monsieur Warner, this is Bilboquet, not McDonald's." He shuddered.

    "Can you make a hamburger or not?" Graydon asked.

    "The best in New York, sir," the waiter replied,"but . . ."

    "Then two hamburgers, please," Graydon said.