“I think Antoinette said she raised money for the symphony,” says the author Robert Stewart, who first met Millard at a Halloween party at the Guggenheim, with her boyfriend at the time—all were enjoying each other’s company, and planned to meet for brunch the next day, at the boyfriend’s suite at the Carlyle. But no one was staying there under such a name. “My father always told me to register under a fake name,” explained Millard, calling Stewart from her cell phone.