Chapter 26
SamsonI checked the champagne in its velvet jacket, touched my fingers to its side, then drew them back and wiped the condensation onto a napkin. Everything was ready. The gallery lights were on, shining on the frames on the cream walls, and I’d lit candles on the raised counter beside me.
The glass doors looked out on the street outside, and the smells from the bakery down the road had infiltrated the space, blessing it with scents of chocolate and red velvet cakes.
My watched pinged, and I checked the time. It was 6 p.m.
The room was empty, two glasses waited on my silver tray, and nerves stung my calm façade.
What if she doesn’t come? What if she tore up the invitation the minute she got it? “Jesus, don’t be such a p***y,” I muttered. She’d come. Blair was curious, and s
