To learn more and gain insights that might help me finally understand her, I turn back to the photo wall. I scrutinize each picture and eventually land on one that shows Sky on the runway.
"You must have been an amazing model," I blurt out, considering her breathtaking beauty.
Why she still allowed the Milan fashion show to go downhill is now clear to me. She endured the employees' hatred and the ridicule of the press because she absolutely did not want to be in the public eye, all to protect her secret.
"I wasn't," she replies curtly and turns away.
I watch her as she walks away, observing the tension in her muscles with each step and her fingers clench and unclench.
This woman remains a mystery. And although I want to believe every word she tells me about herself, I must remain cautious.She's just playing you, my inner voice hisses insistently. She’s been protecting me since I was eighteen, but it's unnecessary, because I'm aware of the danger. Most of the time, anyway.
Except for Sky's unwavering love forTouch av lyx,everything could be a lie—the girl in the photos who is supposedly Lil, the story of the missing mother, even the drugs.
I need to research every detail she's told me about. If she's telling the truth, I'll find out. And if she's lying, I'll discover that too.
