Chapter 23

Saturday night . . .

Lacey was so excited she could barely contain herself as she watched the crème de la crème of New York show up at Early’s Gallery.

“Darling, take a breath. You’re going to bounce right out of your shoes,” her mother joked.

Her father and Will chucked.

Lacey had called Will as soon as Desmond had left the house. She had screamed into the phone with excitement and begged Will to be her escort for the night.

Will had laughed and happily agreed. Then he told her how proud and happy he was for her. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a blue and silver stripped tie.

When her father had arrived home, Lacey had jumped in his lap in the study like she was a little girl again and told him the incredible news.

He had laughed and said, “Of course, I’ll be there, sweetheart.”

When her mother had come home hours later, Lacey had burst into her bedroom while she wa