dining room just as Diane’s voice floated across the house. Oh my god, Chloe.
Honey, sit on this side. The lighting is much better for photos, of course. Then I heard a man ask, “So where’s your other daughter tonight?” Marcus’s parents.
I recognized the voice from the engagement party two years earlier. Richard Sterling commercial reals estate investor. Permanent expression of a man smelling expired milk. Diane laughed softly.
Not nervous, not uncomfortable, dismissive. Oh, Elena, she said, “She’s just Arthur’s little charity project.” A few people chuckled politely.
