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overhead. Nature’s artwork is being showcased by the large glass window, a tapestry of stars shining down on us. The atmosphere is very much like it was when I went to Matthew’s place in the Hamptons for the Heart and Stroke fundraiser dinner. Despite the fact that this is supposed to be a silent auction for original pieces of art, no one seems to even be glancing at the paintings and sculptures blanketing the room.
     
    Brianna and I make our way to an empty spot in front of a large oil painting. We stare at the extremely realistic looking deer eating at a cartoonish looking McDonald’s, surrounded by human patrons who don’t seem to be bothered by his company.
     
    “You know what? I don’t even want to know what this is about,” Brianna turns her hand up toward the imposing piece.
     
    “I’m guessing it’s some kind of anti-consumerist message.” I don’t have time to think about any of the strange collection hugging the walls. My eyes are preoccupied with scanning the room for signs of Matthew. “Do you see him anywhere?”
     
    “Hmmm?” Brianna is still eyeing the painting distractedly.
     
    “Can you help me look for Matthew, please?”
     
    “Relax, we’ll find him. You know he’s here somewhere.”
     
    “I know, I’m just anxious.” My eyes finally lock on a target, but it isn’t Matthew. Standing across the room is a man I’ve never seen before with the unmistakable plastic smile of Marjorie hanging off his arm. Her blond hair looks even lighter against her floor length pure white gown that she easily could have purchased at a bridal shop. “You have got to be kidding me.” My teeth grit together as I watch Marjorie shamelessly pawing at the mystery man, laughing like he just told her the pinnacle of all jokes. He leans in and kisses her like they aren’t in the middle of a crowded room but in the privacy of their bedroom. “Seriously? After all that shit with Matthew, now she’s with that guy?”
     
    Brianna follows my locked on stare until she finds my target. “Oh my god, that’s her isn’t it? I should go smack that smirk off her stupid bitch face.” Brianna’s shoulders tighten and her arms flex like a boxer ready to throw the first punch of the round.
     
    “No, just leave it. It won’t do us any good to be thrown out of here by security. Besides, I don’t want to give her the satisfaction.” Just below my calm surface is a deadly current of rage ready to wash Marjorie away forever.
     
    “Fine,” Brianna pouts, looking back at the painting again. “But someone needs to put her in her place.”
     
    I can’t disagree with that.
     
    “Can I interest either of you in a glass of wine?” A maitre-d holding a large platter of tall-stemmed wine glasses appears by our side. Brianna’s eyes sparkle as she starts checking out the selection.
     
    “Yes, that would be lovely,” she purrs. “I’ll have a white wine, please.” The gentleman nods, handing her the wine she requested.
     
    “And for you, Miss?” He waits for me to decide.
     
    “Oh, no thank you, I’m not drinking tonight.” I smile, with my lips pressed tight together.
     
    “Very well.” He turns to find other attendees with a thirst to quench.
     
    “That’s weird, isn’t it?” I turn to Brianna.
     
    “What?”
     
    “Didn’t you say this was an art auction for MADD? Like, Mother’s Against Drunk Driving? It just seems strange to me that they’re serving booze to a bunch of people who might have driven here for a function against drinking and driving.”
     
    “Ha! I didn’t even think about that. You’re right.” She laughs.
     
    “Stunning isn’t it?” A white man with raven colored hair and hazel eyes nods toward the painting while standing unnaturally close to Brianna.
     
    “I don’t know that I’d call it that.” Brianna breezily answers, barely looking at his svelte frame almost pressing into her body.
     
    “You’re right. Stunning is too strong a word. It should