“I’ll handle my family. Just be ready at eight, it’s a long drive to Homewood.”
“Sure.” She stepped out the car and shut the door.
He waited until she entered the brightly lit lobby before pulling back into traffic.
He also didn’t notice the lone figure calmly taking pictures with a mobile phone.
THIRTY-THREE
Erin studied her reflection in the mirror, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she contemplated the dress for the umpteenth time. The light pink gown complimented her complexion and showed off curves in all the right places, but still she worried that the dress was not formal enough for the occasion. From what Ethan had described, the bake sale was going to be more than just a family get together.
His mother had invited a lot of Chicago’s upper-class for the fundraiser.
