Chapter Five
Her knock on the front door came precisely at the time prearranged, and he tried not to hurry or look as terrified as he felt while letting her in. Madame was almost as tall as Genevieve. She still had the slender rock-hard physique of the prima ballerina for the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo that she had been for a decade in her teens and twenties. Once age had forced her out of that unforgiving world, it had been a natural transition for her to enter the equally perfectionistic realm of high fashion modeling as a trainer. People soon realized how good she was at motivating the difficult personalities that were attractive enough to work as models, and her progress was meteoric. She’d worked first in Paris and London, then New York. It was there that she had allowed herself to
