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THE NEXT MORNING, Elena peeked through the shutters, which were closed at Stefan’s request. “Are you sure the photographers out there didn’t come with Stefan? They weren’t there yesterday.”
“Neither were those pictures that were posted online.” Penelope shoved a pair of running shoes she’d bought at an airport boutique into her suitcase. Their idyllic visit had come to an abrupt end when shots of her and Elena shopping in Illum, a popular department store, and riding the roller coaster at Tivoli were posted online and members of the press began ringing the apartment at six a.m. As soon as she’d awakened she’d seen the images, which sent chills through her.
She could only imagine that regular people must have posted photos from their phones, which in turn tipped off the tabloids. Grab
