Chapter 37

People are watching. They turn around, as usual, when the two of them appear somewhere. She'll probably get used to it soon. Men's glances are admiring, women's are evaluating.

The hostess of the event also turns around. Isabella is wearing a discreet gray pantsuit today. Blond hair flawlessly styled. A camera hangs around the neck, unmistakably indicating the type of activity and misleading. She is not just a photographer. But he looks like a creative, working, busy person. A forced smile appears on the older woman's face.

She noticed them too!

Olga smiles back and thinks about the dress. And one more thing - about the hand of...