Rather than comfort me, the answer filled me with anxious dread. After twenty minutes have passed, I’m a vision in white. No more cheating. He’s somehow orchestrated a photo shoot for Belle Mariée, an upscale wedding magazine. You a lawyer?”
“I am.”
“Cool!” He smiles through the mirror. What could I have done to deserve this? Just respond when you’re ready to leave.”
“Thank you,” I say, avoiding eye contact. Rafael is leading me through the plush and gilded lobby. “Yes, he did.” I’m struggling to hide my annoyance. It’s revealing where it needs to be, but modest enough to intrigue the observer. “Hi! But, he’s quickly ahead of me, leading the way down the corridor. She just smiled and told me that Steven would take care of everything. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” I give him a radiant smile and show myself off with a quick spin.
