Yes, it was Queenie. The attention everyone was suddenly giving her numbed Queenie. Her eyes went wide, and she was at a loss.A beautiful usher came up to Queenie, smiling. "Ms. Sanders, please go onstage.""Me? This must be a mistake." Queenie was in stunned disbelief."You jest, Ms. Sanders. You're the top guest of Mr. Weeks tonight. This is no mistake." The usher smiled.'I am his top guest?' Queenie wondered in confusion. 'But I'm supposed to just show up, talk things out with the old git, and scoot. Why is he asking me to go onstage? In front of Riverton's rich and famous, no less? And he has a present for me? What is going on?'"Ms. Sanders, please come with me," the usher said. "Mr. Weeks is waiting."Queenie snapped out of it, but she was still at a loss. Everyone was staring at her, and she panicked. Still, she was invited, so she had to go up there.Her mind still a mush, Queenie ascended the stairs. The guests were curious, wondering who this woman was. They started
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