Chapter Two
“Oh, cheer up, dear,” Sigrid smiled at Amanda. “And try to smile. You look just fine.” She laid her fingertips on Amanda’s bare shoulder.
Amanda shifted away, up against the door of the little island taxi. She looked out of the window as the taxi driver wove his way through the marketplace. “I do not,” she said. “I look like a whore.”
“Nonsense,” Sigrid laughed. “You’re dressed far too expensively for that. At worst, you look like a courtesan.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“Dear, we picked that outfit out together,” Sigrid reminded her. “You thought it looked wonderful when you tried it on in the shop.”
“You talked me into it.”
“All I did was tell you how stunning you looked in it. Anyway, it’s too late to go back to the hotel and change now. We’re almost at
