Gareth absolutely wasn't in the right mental space for this. He was hooked on Carrington juice and that was what he wanted to devote his time and energy to, but his boss had told him to interview the ballet dancer who had come to town with her company and was a bit of a sensation. Gareth didn't need the money anymore, but he didn't want to lose his job. He liked writing for the newspaper.

And so here he was, dressed in a fine suit with a red silk waistcoat, and neatly groomed. He was meeting a celebrity after all. "Miss Dmitriev, and Mr. Dmitriev, I assume?" He extended his hand first to the lady, and then to the gentleman. She was a real beauty, but her brother wasn't bad to look at either.