CHAPTER 25
By mid-afternoon the dark clouds fulfilled their promise and the skies opened up. Even with wipers on high, visibility was poor and hazard lights flashed in the gloom like beacons. The weather made our trip home longer but also gave us time to talk.
"The East Terrace is where the Vizcaya Ball will be held, won't that be cool?" I said.
Kip nodded, onto my tricks. "I can't wait to hear about it. Better yet, take pictures."
"How can I be Cinderella without a prince to dance with?"
With a grin, he said "You can dance with any prince you find there, I won't mind a bit."
"Fine, see if I don't," I said smugly.
He glanced over at me. "This art foundation is a big change. Won't you miss lawyering at all?"
"That would be no," I answered. "If I had any doubts, my last consultation
