"She's related to Grace Kelly, you know," James Belford said matter-of-factly. "Her mother is. And how do you know her, son?"
William's eyes widened. "She is related? Are you? No wonder you resemble her…"
Joanne tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling just enough to keep things mysterious. "That's what I've heard," she said. "But I'm not so sure."
"It's true," James confirmed before turning to his son with a pointed look. "So, again, how do you know her?"
William cleared his throat. "I follow her page…"
Joanne tilted her head, a little surprised. William leaned in and whispered near her ear, "My favorite influencer."
She blinked. Oh. Oh.
"I wouldn't call myself an influencer…" she said, taking a small step back, suddenly hyper-aware of Jeffrey's not hovering presence. Where the hell had he vanished to now?
"And that's what I love about you more." William grinned. "You have that Midas touch—everything you handle turns to gold."
