He hung up, but he called back a little while later saying Mr. “His assistant called and had me describe the paintings we had. He was the collector every artist and gallery owner wanted to woo. There’d been a profile of him in Art Now magazine-he’d recently bought two Picassos at auction because his wife wanted one for each of their kids’ rooms. “You aren’t going to believe this”-Ella’s voice swooped-“but we got a call from a very wealthy New York collector today.

,” Aria said uncertainly, her heart starting to thud all over again as she sat at the breakfast table. It took Aria a moment to realize it was her mom at the gallery. The device fell from her hands and clattered to the wood floor. She stared at her phone, figuring it was the perfect time to receive a text from A.

What if Hanna was right? What if Ali was somewhere close, ready to torment them again? Ali had set fire to those woods the year before, nearly killing Aria and the others and decimating Spencer’s family’s barn. Past the flat expanse of grass was a long, gradual slope leading to thick, dark woods. I mean, that has to be it, right? Ali wouldn’t be that stupid.”īut when she hung up, she wandered into the kitchen and stared blankly out the stained-glass window over the sink. “But why would she risk mixing with people who might recognize her? And she’d be on camera.” “But she’s a master at sneaking in and out.” Could Ali actually get onto a movie set? Isn’t there lots of security?”

“Let’s try to think about this logically. “But you’re not sure.”Īria jumped up nervously and started pacing around. It was her.”Īria sank into the window seat in the living room. I looked across the room and saw this blond head. “But she’s on the set-she was in a crowd scene I was in. “I know it sounds crazy,” Hanna whispered back. “What are you talking about?” Aria whispered. She shot up and walked out of the room, dialing Hanna’s number. Her phone buzzed, and Hanna’s name appeared on the screen. “Noel’s busy that night,” she muttered, thinking about their conversation outside the gallery the other day. “They should throw you a party after all you’ve been through. Her dad usually hated big parties.īyron shrugged. “Maybe,” Aria mumbled, staring at the string cheese in her hands.īyron stopped to look at the screen. My hope is that everyone comes out and supports the cause.” “Next Friday, we’re throwing a fund-raiser for all the disadvantaged and troubled youth in Rosewood and its surrounding areas. “We’ve had a lot of tragedy happen in this town, but it’s time to turn it into something positive,” she said. The name Sharon Winters appeared under her face. Then came a shot of the outside of the Rosewood Country Club Aria used to spend a lot of time there because Spencer’s dad was a member.Ī woman with light blond hair held back in a black headband popped up on the screen. On the screen was a banner that read ROSEWOOD RALLIES FOR YOUTHS.

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