Chapter Ten
At six-thirty Saturday evening, Joanna buzzed my apartment. I’d been ready for nearly an hour and was puttering about finding little things to do while I waited for her to arrive. I was quivering inside with excitement. The thought of hundreds of art patrons at this gala affair, talking and dancing into the night, thoroughly enchanted me. I felt like a princess in the midst of a kingdom of delights I’d had only heard about, but never had the chance to experience.
When we arrived, like Cinderella at the ball, I was awed by the luxurious manor and the way it seemed to glitter in the night air. It was an old Spanish structure with cracks in the ancient walls and red tile and fresh white paint that took me back in time to the romance of another time. Part of the exterior was cove
