Robin and Tony held hands as they walked up the walk to Barry’s home. Just as they reached the door, Barry threw it open. “I thought you might have gotten lost,” he joked.
“The photographer wanted a few more shots of us before we left,” Robin said. She gestured behind her. “I hope you don’t mind that he’s here, too.”
“Of course not,” Barry said, stepping aside so they could come in. “The more the merrier.”
As they entered the large front room, Jacqueline came toward them wearing a tight black dress and three-inch red heels. “Antonio, Robin, darlings, you’re here.” She air kissed both of their cheeks and stepped back, leaving a cloying smell of perfume behind her. “The caterers had to hold dinner from being served waiting on you.”
The tone of disapproval did little to damper Robin’s spi
