Chapter Twelve
Sofia’s hands were trembling so much that she had to shove them between her knees. She and Ivo were in a cab on the way to the gallery. Ivo had warned her there would be press but when she stepped out onto a red carpet and flashbulbs started to pulsate, she gave a squeak of alarm and backed into Ivo’s arms. He chuckled and bent his lips to her ear.
“It’s okay, darling. Just hold my hand and I’ll get you through this.” He was true to his word, guiding her through the throng with only a few catcalls coming her and Ivo’s way. She guessed that their relationship would be public knowledge from now on and it made her feel a little sad.
Inside, Ivo took her coat, sweeping an admiring glance over the lilac dress she wore. It was form-fitting, hugging her breasts, her curves, and
