Valeria would have given the world to be able to go hide out in her room, put her feet up, and forget that today had ever happened. Better yet, she could go to Jo’s room. They could both put their feet up, because there was no way that Jo’s feet felt okay with those shoes on. They could wear comfortable clothes, or maybe no clothes at all.
That wasn’t going to happen. She barely knew Jo, and of course there were too many relatives and colleagues of her mother’s on hand to be running in and out of Josiane Avery’s hotel room. If it was just her, off at a conference or something, Valeria wouldn’t care who saw. Right now, in this time and place, she had to be extra cautious with that closet door.
Finally, she wasn’t going to be able to put her feet up and rest because the moment she got back
