Chapter 20
Chelsea
The Blue Dot Gallery
6:30 p.m.
She was unnerving him with her silence. Alistair shifted on the car seat, taking both her hands in his. His thumb toyed with the grayish-blue diamond on her finger. “Sweetheart. They will be blinded by your beauty. Everything is going to be just fine.”
Easy for you to say. Sophia took a deep and steadying breath. “I…I have an idea. Why don’t you go in alone and I’ll slip in unnoticed after a few minutes?”
Why so afraid? “That won’t fool them,” he warned in a low voice.
“Indeed. But it will give me some room. I don’t like being smothered by flashes and mics. After I’m inside, I’ll take a photo and answer a question or two. But…” She made a vague gesture with her hand.
“I see.” It made no sense to him, but he would do anything she ask
