Jack and Rose were back at Joseph's house, enjoying the reception. Ruth, Rose, and Lynette were all in one corner, while Jack, Joseph, Martin, Rose's director, and Jack's former boss were in another. Cora was sitting on the couch, talking to Daniel, and the butler, George, was serving hors d’oeuvres and drinks.
"Your child is very small, Mrs. Schrieffer," said Ruth.
"Please, call me Lynette, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater!" said Lynette.
"What is the baby's name?" asked Ruth.
"Elizabeth Jane," replied Lynette.
Ruth ran her hand over Rose's stomach. "Rose, how far along are you?" she asked.
"Six months," replied Rose. "I'm hoping for a boy."
Ruth nodded and looked around the house. "Your father has very nice decorating skills," she said.
"Actually, he had a fiancée named Natalie, but she ended up dying of tuberculosis," Rose told her.
"Oh,” said Ruth.
"Is it nice being the man of the family, Jack?" asked Joseph.
"It sure is, Mr. Bukater! It feels great!" exclaimed Jack.
"Yes. I was there once. I was almost there again, but my fiancée died of tuberculosis," said Joseph.
"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry," said Jack.
"Ah…don’t be, Jack. No need to worry. That happened years ago," Joseph said. "And please, Jack! Feel free to call me Joseph! You married my daughter. It's all right for you to call me by my first name!"
Jack smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir! I mean, Joseph," he said, taking a sip of his drink. The group of men laughed, and Jack decided to walk over to Rose and kiss her cheek. "Your father seems happy."
"Of course! His daughter is married with a child on the way!" Rose exclaimed. She pressed her lips against Jack's cheek and took a sip of her water.
Jack looked at Ruth and his smile dropped.
"Hello, Jack," said Ruth, sipping her wine. She held out her gloved hand. "How do you do?"
"Fine, and you?" he asked, shaking her hand.
"Quite well, actually," replied Ruth. "I always thought my Rose would marry a rich man."
"Mother!" snapped Rose.
"Never mind, Rose," said Jack, taking her arm and dragging her away.
"Jack, how could my mother come to my wedding just to tell me that she wanted me to marry Cal?" Rose whispered.
"Honey, I don't know. But I'll tell you this much, she isn't staying," said Jack. George was passing by and going into the kitchen. "George! A word with you, please?"
"Certainly, Mr. Dawson," said George. They walked into the kitchen.
George walked out of the kitchen and went to speak with Joseph, who nodded. Then he went over to Ruth. "Mrs. DeWitt Bukater, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said to her.
"What? And miss my daughter's reception?" asked Ruth.
"Please, ma'am, do not make a scene," George said, taking her hand and leading her to the door. He opened it and escorted her out. "Good night to you, ma'am." He went back into the house and closed the door. "Everything is taken care of, Mr. Dawson."
"Thanks, George," said Jack, and George walked back into the kitchen.
"Jack, that doesn't feel right!" Rose exclaimed.
Jack cupped her face in his hands and passionately kissed her. He pulled away.
"But that does."
He smiled and kissed her again as Rose's director tapped Jack on the shoulder. Jack turned around to face him.
"May I speak with Mrs. Dawson for a moment?" he asked.
"Oh, certainly," said Rose, leading the director into the garden. "So, what would you like to speak to me about?"
"Rose, I should have never fired you! After I fired you, the play closed and I got fired," he said.
"Oh?" said Rose in a concerned tone.
"I don't know what to do with my life anymore! My wife left me. She took our child and now I'm living alone with no job!" he exclaimed. He put his hand on Rose's cheek.
"Please don’t do that," said Rose, pushing his hand away.
"I love you, Rose!" he said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. His hand reached for her breast.
"Jack!" shrieked Rose.
It wasn't long before Jack and Joseph were on top of him, attacking him. Jack had his hands around the director's throat.
"Don’t you ever touch my wife again! Do you hear me? Do you hear me, you damned bastard?" Jack shouted in his face, shaking him as he yelled.
He let go of his throat and allowed him to stand up before punching him in the face. The man ran to the door, chased by Jack. He threw open the door and ran off the property, Jack shouting at him. "Lay your damned filthy hands on my wife again and see what happens to you next! To hell with you!"
Jack waited until he was out of sight before going back inside. Rose was in tears and being comforted by her father and Lynette.
"Everything will be all right, sweetheart," said Lynette, hugging her friend.
Jack slammed the door and looked at his tearful wife before storming upstairs in fury.