When I finally escape from Jennifer Biggins and her kiss-ass pitch trying to get me to do an interview for the new online magazine she’s starting and make my way back to the drinks table, I find Sofia’s seltzer glass but no Sofia. Assuming she’s gone to the bathroom, I wait a few minutes, but after she doesn’t return, I start to get worried, so I go find Carlos.
“Hey, have you seen Sofia?”
“Yeah, I saw her heading for the door a few minutes ago,” he replies.
“What?” I reply, stunned. “Where was she going? Why didn’t you stop her?”
“Stop her?” he asks. “I assumed you’d sent her to go do something.”
“Do something?” I sigh. “No, she was supposed to stay here with me and—”
I freeze. My words catch in my throat when I see her. Gretchen is passing through the door heading into the corridor
