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foster mother, after Macy and Iris had gone off to college.
    â€œJanna, honey, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    Janna sighed. “I know. I shouldn’t have gone off on you. I just don’t want to talk about her.”
    For the past few months, Phoenix had been showing up at different events where she knew Janna would be. So far, Janna had been able to avoid her, but she had a feeling that the rumors she’d recently heard were true. An A-list actress, Phoenix had been approached to do a reality show, and Janna had a feeling that her birth mother might try to get her involved. The media didn’t know their connection and Janna wanted to keep it that way.
    â€œCan we forget I said anything?” Macy bumped shoulders with Janna playfully, a stupid grin on her face.
    Janna shook her head and smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. Let’s just go in here and have some fun.”
    The car pulled up to the Woodruff Arts Center in Midtown.
    â€œHmm, there’s a lot more media here than I expected,” Macy said when the driver opened the car door and they stepped out.
    â€œJanna!”
    â€œJanna, over here!” Paparazzi called out her name, snapping photo after photo.
    â€œWhy do I have a feeling they knew you were coming?” Macy murmured. “I’ll meet you inside.”
    Janna stopped, smiled and posed without responding to her sister. She was sure Nelson had leaked to the press that she would be there. He never missed an opportunity to keep her in the media, claiming it was great for business. She just hoped Phoenix didn’t show up.
    Turning from left to right, she indulged the small group of photographers, knowing that it was all part of the job.
    â€œWho are you wearing this evening, Janna?”
    â€œValentino,” she answered a reporter who held a small recorder out to her. She glanced down at the red, one-shouldered gown, loving the way the satin material gathered on her left side and fell in waves to the floor. She responded to several additional questions regarding her jewelry and the fundraiser.
    As part of her agreement with the designer of the gown, she needed to get as much exposure as possible. She had a contract with them that stated that she would wear at least three of their evening gowns this year and so far, this was gown number two.
    After posing for a few more photos and signing a couple of autographs, she made her way into the building. This was her first time at the arts center, and it was as impressive inside as it was outside.
    The event was being held in the galleria, the main entrance for the symphony hall. The two-level space with high ceilings and art deco fixtures looked more like a ballroom than a foyer.
    â€œMa’am, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waiter walking around with a tray of long stemware asked when he slowed.
    â€œYes, thank you.”
    Janna sipped from the glass as she strolled around the open area. Round tables filled the center of the space, while the items for the silent auction were set up on eight-foot-long tables along the perimeter of the room.
    â€œHello, beautiful.” Janna turned to find a handsome gentleman with greenish-gray eyes and a large smile surrounded by a well-groomed mustache and goatee standing next to her. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like that model?”
    Janna tried not to laugh, especially since she’d been asked that question often.
    â€œYes, I’ve been told that on a number of occasions.” She participated in small talk, noticing immediately that he’d had too much to drink. She discreetly looked around for her sister.
    â€œI’m Timothy Cowden III, by the way.” He placed the glass, half-filled with a dark liquid, in his left hand and extended his right hand to her.
    â€œJanna Morgan. Nice to meet you.”
    â€œSo you are that model. You fooled me,” he slurred and chuckled. “Can’t say tha-that I ever met a