Ana/Will
Ana merely smirked, looking at him through the reflection in her compact before shutting it and putting it back in her clutch. "It wouldn't be the first time for me to be in the center of something like that.." She had broken up her fair share of marriages while back in New York, but that felt like such a long time ago now. Actually, maybe not that long. She had recalled possibly setting the cogs in motion for a divorce about a year ago. Whatever. That didn't matter right now.
"Of course I look good, sweetie. I didn't pay for a Herve Leger dress just to blend in with the crowd." Turning to face him, she straightened out the lapel on his jacket and smoothed it down. "I suppose you don't look so bad yourself. Good material on that suit."