Surrounded by so many strangers Reinette easily fell into her old, well-practiced ways. There was a cooler look in her eye, a harder tilt to her chin. Whatever concealed warmth remained was held for Jack, and Jack alone.

"It is not that different from the night we met, Jack."

That thought, however, was interrupted by the glass Jack placed in her hand. She took a sip of what was especially fine champagne before she took note of what it rested in.

Reinette's gaze narrowed.

"They are not using these glasses."