Chapter 45 Trouble Brewing?

• Rosie didn’t notice the whispers at first.
• The polished marble of the event hall’s corridor echoed faintly with designer heels and murmured greetings. She’d only stepped back inside for a breath—away from the velvet ropes and the tangle of flashing cameras that guarded the movie premiere entrance like a thousand blinking eyes.
• But something shifted the moment she returned. The buzz of conversation slowed as if the room had been waiting for her to reappear.