“Miss DaLair! Miss DaLair!”
Aria paused halfway across the lobby. After several hours in front of her computer she was eager to depart. The last hour in particular had been difficult to focus, and the words began to blur together. She was beginning to understand why her father had reading glasses.
Turning, she saw the receptionist earlier hurrying toward her. Slightly breathless, the young lady said, “I am so sorry about earlier. I didn’t recognize you.”
“It’s all right,” Aria assured her.
“No. I should have known who you were.”
“It’s fine, really,” Aria repeated. “It’s not like I’ve been around here much. You were doing your job. I appreciate you looking out for my cousin. Not that Jude would ever cheat on Jess, but he can be oblivious sometimes. So, thank you.”
The receptionist se
