“Nicely done, little brother,” Livia said, as Tara disappeared to the dressing room to change.
“I’m not through yet,” he said, catching sight of their last guest coming through the doors of the auditorium. He hurried to greet her. “Thank you for coming.”
“I admit, you’ve intrigued me, Mr. Applewhite.”
“Come on down toward the front so you’ll have a good view.” Jace escorted her himself, seeing her comfortably seated on the second row as Leo changed up the lighting scheme to something blue and wintery.
“You’re a genius,” Livia whispered when he took his seat.
“We’ll see.” He wouldn’t agree with her and jinx it.
Tara stepped out onto the stage, her long blonde hair bundled neatly into a bun. The black leotard had a short, flowy, semi-translucent skirt that drifted around her long, lean
