Jacqueline was able to part from her family long enough to glide over to the table where hor d'ourves were being served. She picked up a flute of champagne and took a sip as she looked at the crowd. Some people she recognized, others she did not. She saw a girl chatting rather flirtatiously with a man. Jacqueline knew that she should find the girl to be shameless but deep down she felt envy.