CHAPTER 27
A cacophony of sound abruptly drowned out the low purr of the engine. The car came to a stop, and the moment Sterling shut off the engine, a wave of noise and color washed over them: the cheerful, tinny music of a merry-go-round, the distant shouts from a roller coaster, and a riot of neon lights painting the night sky in brilliant, dizzying hues.
The air, which had been clean and quiet at the overlook, now smelled of fried dough, popcorn, and sugar. They stepped out of the car and into the chaotic, vibrant world.
Sterling, still in his sharp formal attire, and Amelia, in her lovely dress, looked as though they had stumbled onto an alien planet. They were a stark, elegant contrast to the families in jeans and couples in hoodies who bustled past them. Amelia’s eyes were wide
