Chapter Eight
Joey
As we all stand helplessly at the door to greet them, the rest of the Easton clan comes in. First Camille, sweeping into the house like a queen with her carry-on bag; then Elliott, pulling a larger rolling suitcase; and finally the woman from the photos in the study. Willow, I remember. She"s even more gorgeous in person.
WillowReally, they"re all ridiculously photogenic, even disheveled from their trip. I"m struck again by Elliott"s easygoing, paternal handsomeness and Camille"s overwhelming supermodel beauty. Willow has inherited all their best traits, like her father"s deep blue eyes and her mother"s high cheekbones. But it"s Camille, with her brilliant copper hair and intimidating perfection, who seems to fill the room with her presence, even before she’s opened h
