If only he could have held Anthony's hand forever.

"So this is the beautiful Grace I have heard so much about." He tried not to wince as the couple was sweet and playful with each other, fading instead into that neutral pleasant smile one adopted out of occupational necessity. "My dear, you do live up to your name."

And then, after shaking Grace's hand, onto easier discussions. He gave a guilty little laugh at Anthony's teasing. "Oh, yes. I actually had the pleasure of seeing another exhibit by the same artist during the early 2000s in Central Park. A series of mirrored spheres on the water--a reflection on narcissism, if I recall correctly. And as I haven't been to the Gardens in forever, it will be nice to see how she's integrated the works with the grounds."

"Will you both be attending?"