She felt like laying her head on that comforting shoulder and crying. Instead, she played the part of sophisticated professional, scrutinizing the shifting crowd in the airport for paparazzi. “Are they here?” “Not at the moment.” Sharon tucked her arm through Siree’s and steered her toward the baggage carousels. “But let’s get out of here before they show up.” Siree could feel her mother’s concerned gaze running over her face and too slim form. “I know, I know. I’m a wreck.” She forced a bright smile, her hand lifting to tuck in a loop of hair that had loosened from her braid. “I actually fell asleep on the plane.” She tried to sound carefree, but didn’t have the energy to work it like she wanted. “We’ll probably see a picture of me with my mouth open and drool down my chin on the front page tomorrow.” Janice, who walked a few steps back, chuckled. “I assure you, I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m here to protect your image, not just your body.”
