Cora’s wide hazel eyes tugged at my conscience. But there is no time to pretend the situation was okay.
My mind is racing, pulling scenarios and disaster out like a magicians f*****g rabbit trick. This should never have happened. It was planned. Discussed.
Lucinda’s face is beetroot red. “I’m sorry Mr Ashford, my back was turned for a moment.”
“I can hear you both!” my father grumbles. People are staring at us. They all know Cora should be here.
My head jumps to a new set of risks and disasters. Cora refuses to come out. Blows the whole deal. Cora walks out and punches Blair straight off the boat. Anything is possible. The dramatic arrest I witnessed never looms too far out of my memory after all.
Sol and Blair will form the head of the table where their photographer releases them f
