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that were nothing short of artistic brilliance.
    She slowed next to one gigantic floral display and leaned in to appear as though she sniffed the scent—an aromatic cuisine for the nose—but she actually searched the room for Gwen.
    Would the Wentworth hostess use the dual stairway that anchored one end of the room for a grand entrance?
    Abbie would. She’d never wanted to own something like this spread, but didn’t every girl think about walking down a fabulous curved stairway like that?
    So far, no female matched the photos she’d studied of Gwen Wentworth, with her signature mane of natural blond hair that fell to her waist. The identifying mark was a silvery-white stripe running through the left side.
    Strange for a woman not yet thirty.
    After researching Gwen for the last forty-eight hours, Abbie felt sad for the woman, whose little boy had died right after birth two years ago. Under different circumstances, Abbie would have liked to film a documentary on the Wentworths ancestry. They had their share of dark secrets but deserved acknowledgment for all this family had donated across the world.
    She hoped Gwen’s loss hadn’t hardened the woman, that Gwen had some compassion for other mothers. She didn’t allow interviews so Abbie had nothing beyond news bites on the reclusive woman. Nothing that would indicate how difficult it would be to convince Gwen to help Abbie’s mother.
    Didn’t matter. Gwen sat at the head of the board of directors for the Kore Women’s Center. She would not want the damning information Abbie possessed released to the media.
    Hopefully Abbie wouldn’t have to make that threat.
    Stuart had rolled out a mile of warnings, starting with not annoying anyone since she wasn’t even supposed to be at this party. And not telling anyone she was with WCXB. He could have saved that breath. The quickest way to shut down a conversation in this crowd would be to identify herself as being with the media. The minute someone outed Abbie as being with WCXB and Gwen found out, security would see her off the property.
    Abbie wasn’t after a media interview.
    She wanted access to the Kore records on her mother but hadn’t told Stu when he demanded to know why this was so important to her.
    He’d finally gotten the invitation, with a helpful suggestion from Abbie, then laid down his rules, telling her, “I don’t know why you’re hell-bent on attending the Wentworth event, but know this—I won’t stick my neck out to save you if you do anything that draws negative attention to the station, and God forbid you do something that reflects badly on WCXB. I told Brittany an aunt of mine wanted to go. And if Brittany finds out I’m taking her to New York for dinner and a play just so you can attend this party in her place, she’ll be looking for blood. I’m not donating alone.”
    Stuey had reason to worry about Brittany questioning the motive for his surprise trip to New York. He lacked the imagination to come up with a better solution to yesterday’s standoff with Abbie and deserved the hit hiswallet was taking, but he was right about one thing.
    Abbie’s head would be the first one to roll if her plan to pull out the PR hammer Dr. Tatum had given her backfired.
    All the wrangling and manipulating she’d done to get inside this place would be for naught if she didn’t get close enough to talk to Gwen.
    What if Gwen called security on her?
    Don’t borrow worry, as Abbie’s father would say.
    She meandered around, taking pretend sips of her champagne. No drinking. Ignoring her low tolerance for alcohol six years ago had led to the most embarrassing night of her life with a guy named Samson, a hot guy even if he had looked wild with long hair and a shaggy beard.
    Wild, but endearing in the way he’d only had eyes for her and… kissed. The embarrassing part had come the next morning.
    Who could blame her for acting like a fool after the man she’d been engaged to had played her for one?
    Not the