Sofia's [POV]
By the time I land and clear customs and immigration, it's after four p.m. in Los Angeles. I step out into the arrival area and immediately spot Tony in the crowd. He's more or less impossible to miss. Tall and handsome with thick black hair, he has a way of commanding attention, whether he's in a hand-made European suit or a T-shirt and jeans, like now.
I trot over and give him a hug. "Hey! So good to see you again."
"Same here. Welcome back to L.A." His green eyes flick around, searching behind me. "Where's the entourage?"
"Oh, Ms. Katherine and Mr. Clifford? They're gone." I shrug, trying to hide the fact that I feel a little bereft, all the more so now that Tony has pointed them out as missing. It's weird.
I used to hate the fact that, as efficient and nice as they are, they reported all my moves to my mother. But now I wish they were with me. Talk about contrary.
"I see," Tony says, even though he doesn't. He takes my suitcases. "Just these two?"
