Chapter Twenty-Seven“WITH YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF HOMER, you must have been to Greece?” Nicholas’s voice broke into Acacia’s musings.
“Never.” She looked across the aisle of the private plane to where her new friend and employer sat. His scar was visible, so she was careful to make eye contact.
Nicholas hadn’t removed his prosthetic until after they’d boarded the plane. Acacia wondered if he always hid his scar around his parents. Surely they knew about it.
Madame and Monsieur Cassirer had breakfasted with them before they left for the airport. Apparently, the Cassirers had decided to stay in Cologny awhile longer.
During the previous afternoon, Madame had volunteered her design services to Acacia for her apartment, and she had gratefully accepted. She drew up an impressive plan and suggeste
