Chapter 11
Heaven shifted in the passenger seat of Delia’s car, wishing the pressure in her back would stop thumping. Guilt gripped her heart for leaving her sisters. Faith needed both her and Hope. She would never admit it, though. At least Hope was up for more shopping.
She pushed her sisters from her thoughts and gazed at the horizon, happy to see the last of the storm clouds heading east. They didn’t take away the uneasiness churning her stomach. The mob of paparazzi up ahead didn’t help soothe the anxiety flooding her body. They would camp at the gate for days, waiting to steal her and Dylan’s privacy.
Vultures.
She’d never understood the obsession people had with celebrities.
Thank God for tinted windows and large hats. Add dark shades to the equation and the gossip-hungry jerks
