FREYA: My sponsors said the tour will begin in two weeks, so I guess I have time to hang.
RILEY: Hang? It's an art exhibition, not a freaking gossip sesh.
Aveline, wrapped up in a robe, and a towel around her wet hair to dry it, laughed as she read through the text exchange.
The day of the art exhibition had finally arrived, and they were all preparing at the same time.
AVELINE: So you're coming, right?
FREYA: Like I have a choice. Riley won't stop hounding me.
RILEY: You wish!
Aveline was in the middle of a chuckle when a knock sounded on her door.
Thinking it was Joanne, she called out to the person to come in.
The door opened, and Atlas walked in.
He paused by the door, as his gaze fell on her.
Aveline tossed the phone to the bed. "Joanne, do you think I can—"
She felt him, and turned around swiftly. "Oh—" her eyes widened.
Atlas didn't speak immediately. His eyes drank every last inch of her in, until he was satisfied.
