Chapter 18
Wednesday night when I got to Cheryl’s house, everyone greeted me with hugs and kisses.
We sat down to tune our instruments. This might be hard. I hadn’t touched the cello in a month.
“Before we begin, I have to get something clarified,” John said. He held out a page from one of the tabloids. “Is this you?”
There was the headline that read, Who is this head-turner lighting up the dance floor with Hollywood heartthrob Wilson Potter?
There was a picture below that clearly showed it was me.
Oh God, I thought as my hand went to my mouth. I looked up into three very eager faces.
I lowered my eyes. “Yes,” was all I said.
“You went to St. Lucia with Wilson Potter?”
I smiled. “No, we met him there.”
“Oh, Chris!”
“We’re not going to get any rehearsing done until you tell us wh
