"Oh, so is that what the ring rumors were about?" It's a flutter of relief perhaps, or maybe of disappointment, but all good gossip comes from a grain of truth and here lies an explanation. "Marriage to a tribe of sirens. That, my dear Will Cabot, is a player. You better step it up." She can't help but laugh. "Little Alex Cabot, he always did have the debonair potential in him."

Once Will has taken his seat and the final candles are lit, she lifts the silver lid off the platter. She's ordered them roasted quail, golden brown and dressed with apricots and pairs. Sweet and savory with a side of yams and roasted vegetables. "Dinner is served!"

Corry has never heard him talk about his senator father in reference to business. He was as much a Siren Cove runaway as she in their days of globe-trotting affairs. It suits him and whatever doubts he may have, she can see him shining and brilliant, charming a dozen cameras in his face. "Be good to the press and they'll be good to you." She tears off an end of the fresh bread the chef provided. "If you ever need tips, I used to be the world's favorite media darling." She beams as she bites into the bread, but it fades into thought lines. "Which you know. And I know I never lost my talent. But once you've fallen from favor the mountain is that much higher to climb."

Theres a bottle of sparkling cider on the table and she pops the cork with much pizazz, pouring the drink into his glass and finding herself much more at ease with the very idea of this 'date'.

"Will honey, you'll be in my private balcony with select partners and benefactors. Maybe you'll even get a seat with your name on it. Maybe I'll give ~you~ a private tour."