Chapter 92: Catching My Eye
The ballroom, where the auctions were taking place, was massive. At least six hundred guests filled the space, constantly moving from one area to the next. Between the chatter, the waitstaff, and the auction calls, most people didn’t even notice when something unusual happened.
Most people, but not Daz.
From the very beginning, she’d been focused on something entirely different. Sure, the other reporters chased trends, snapping photos of the usual celebrities and high society drama.
But the ones who made a name for themselves? The ones people looked up to and remembered? They set the trends. They captured moments no one else noticed. And that’s exactly what Daz was hoping to do tonight, with Max Stern.
"Oh... he’s finally moving," Daz said, her eyes narrowing behind the camera. She had been watching Max closely the entire time, noticing the tension in his posture, the way his jaw clenched, his knuckles tightening.
Now that he was walking, headed somewhere with purpose, her heart skipped. Something’s about to happen.
"Hey, looks like I might’ve found something after all," Daz whispered.
"Well, they’re some of the youngest in the Stern family. It’s no surprise there’s some drama. If anything, I feel bad for the poor girl," Hag said, shaking his head.
"Sheri Curts, right?" Daz asked. "She’s the daughter of Sanna Curts, who’s hosting all of this."
"Right," Hag replied, glancing in their direction. "So... do you know why the tension between them is so thick?"
Daz shook her head.