Chapter Twenty-Eight
Clemence hugged Sofia. “Bonjour, darling, it’s been too long. I’m so sorry about Adria. If it wasn’t for the baby, I would have flown to Los Angeles for the funeral.”
“Ivo didn’t want to put family through the big show funeral. Walter and he decided we would celebrate Adria’s privately, once the papers have lost interest. Clemence, this is my brother, Jonas.”
Jonas shook hands with the other woman and Sofia was amused to see his face grow red as Clemence kissed his cheek.
“It’s good to meet you…please, both of you, come in.”
She led them into the living room. Another young woman was sitting at a desk typing. “Sofia, Jonas, this is Mireille, my research assistant. “
The young woman, dark hair piled up on top of her head, a pencil securing it, huge black-rimmed gla
