Suddenly, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Clara stood in the hall. Leydon lifted his head, and the siblings stared at each other in silence. Clara's cheeks flushed, and Leydon's jaw clenched, and then Leydon turned on his heel and disappeared down the long hall.
"Let's go," Sean whispered.
Catherine allowed him to lead her down the hall back toward the main gallery. In the space of a few minutes, the runway had been taken down, and deep house music thumped throughout the room. Models, designers, celebrities, and socialites mingled in the dim room—illuminated by the pulsing blue lights that flashed overhead. Overwhelmed, Catherine looked around the room.
In the far corner, she saw a tall man with golden blonde hair. Her heart froze in her chest—it looked exactly like the man who had saved her in the alley. He disappeared in the crowd, and she swung her head around, looking for him. As the lights flashed, she was sure she saw his golden hair again.
