Quinn Sinclair had enough of her own troubles to deal with today, so she was in no mood to discuss the private affairs between Celia Sterling and Silas Norwood.
She stood by Celia Sterling's side, shielding her from the majority of women who approached with prying questions, and allowing her to get something to eat and drink at the buffet first.
In the distance, several men in tailored suits were scattered about, casually glancing in Celia Sterling's direction. Second Young Master Sutton was among them. He had entered the party under the guise of a distant relative of a wealthy family. Security wasn't tight for a simple birthday banquet like this, and he had put on a simple disguise. Unless you stared right at him, even people who knew him wouldn't be able to pick him out of the crowd at a glance.
His goal today was simple.
