LIANA'S POV
The Palmetto District gallery loft was cooler than I remembered. High ceilings and blanched cement floors provided an unfinished atmosphere, and the sunlight filtering through tall windows created soft golden stripes across the room. I rested my shoulder against the tall window, arms folded, jacket tight around me as minutes crept toward ten.
This room was once used to showcase exhibits and silent auctions. Today, it provided the backdrop for something much more rambunctious.
I glanced at my watch. 9:58 a.m.
Footsteps came up behind me, light and sure. I did not need to turn around. "You got there first," Serena breathed.
I looked over my shoulder, and there she was, unfazed and sharp eyed, in a blue coat with her hair tucked back tightly. She had the look of someone who h
