When I look up at Carlson, her face has gone pale seeing Jackson coming down. She stands up instantly, brushing down her dress. "I need to speak with him." She whispers.

And before I can say Jack, she has already walked off. Jackson barely behaves like he knows her when she reaches him.

He just looks ahead until she grabs his hand, ignoring the curious stares of everyone watching.

She drags him to the far corner of the house. And from where I sit, I can see and also visibly imagine ...