I wasn’t going to follow her.
That was what I told myself.
And it almost worked. For about five seconds.
Then, standing, I told the girls I would be right back, whispered to the nanny to keep an eye on them, and pushed past the curtain door into the stairwell that led from the boxes down to the main lobby.
My heart lodged in my throat, I cursed myself with each step.
What was I doing?
This wasn’t Amelia.
I knew that. I knew it.
Yet, still, I kept moving toward.
Towards the end of the stairwell, the wall to one side disappeared, replaced with a rod iron railing instead. From there, I had a perfect vantage point of the entire lobby, while still mostly remaining hidden unless someone looked up.
From here, I could see the mystery woman as she seemed to pace indecisively back and for
