“G-Gina?” Becky gripped her shoulders. “Did I hear right? A hundred thousand dollars?”
Regina couldn’t answer. Her mind was reeling. Just what happened? Why? How? She had a fair guess who the winning bidder was but why could he do such a thing? After their last conversation she was certain he wouldn’t come here again let alone want to talk to her. But now he put up such a ridiculous bid?
“Madame Butterfly,” Willie approached after announcing the next stage act. “Shall we?”
Numbly she nodded. How was she going to get through these next twenty minutes? From the stage she was certain he was alone. What kind of conversation would they have this time without his friend to distract them?
Stepping onto the floor Regina tried to marshal her nervousness. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it was someo
