Chapter 16
I don't know what I'd been expecting, but it was not the red carpet which led up to the eloquent juxtaposition of a classical-style church, an art-deco era theatre, and the sleek glass-and-steel building which married the two in an eloquent complex that was, collectively, known as the Toowoomba Regional Arts and Community Center. A string of cars lined up Neil Street, patiently waiting their turn to step out of their cars so the string of television cameras could photograph the who's who of Darling Downs as they made their way up the red carpet to the ball.
My heart raced to the tempo of the Mercedes engine idling beneath the hood as I had flashbacks of the horrific debutante balls my mother had forced me to attend as a teenager.
"Breathe, Rosie," Adam said. "It's just a walk
