Chapter Thirty-four
Alfred suspects the worst: paparazzi at the door. But instead, it's a tall Nordic beauty with startling plum colored eyes and a smile.
"I beg your pardon. I'm looking for my mother, Penelope Lundgren? The men at the security gate said she was here but then they had to deal with some photographers trying to sneak onto the property. I'm not sure if you were notified?"
"Yes, of course, Miss Lundgren. Please come in. Your mother is in the sitting room with Mrs. St. John. I'll take you there. Please forgive security and all the bustling about, you see, we're entertaining."
Looking around at all the guests milling around throughout the halls of this incredible castle, Brigit says, with a laugh, "Yes, very entertaining." She catches voices and phrases of a language she's never actually heard spoken. So, those wild rumors might be true. Oh, mother will be so excited!
Just as they are turning a corner, suddenly a horrific scream is heard. Alfred has come to a stop and then quickly turns away, saying "I'm afraid we'll have to have you wait in another area, Miss Lundgren …"
But Brigit has heard and seen and is not one to be afraid. For what she has just seen is impossible. Still she plunges ahead.
"Stop!"
And the tableau of two extremely frightened papparazi cringing against the walls while a third is slumped on the floor with bloodied neck is imprinted in her brain. Worst of all, she sees a red-headed girl being held, arms and legs flailing, by an extremely large man with fierce blue eyes wearing, incredibly, an Armani tuxedo, who does she what she asks. He stops and stares at her.
And the blue eyes meet the twin plums and an electric shock goes out between them.