The front displayed a photograph of Kal standing next to his striking metal sculpture of the Great Coyote. Apparently, the whole exhibit was about his art. She turned the card over. Printed, not signed. Disappointing, but still, he’d supplied her name for the prestigious guest list. The return address indicated the Bagatelle Fine Art Gallery in Scottsdale, very upscale. Setting the invite next to her satin clutch on the floating shelf of her apartment’s small foyer, Madison preened in front of the full-length mirror. The flaring hem of the metallic blue cocktail dress flirted just above the knees, revealing bare tan legs and toned calves, enhanced by matching blue stilettos. The empire bodice pushed up her small breasts, creating cleavage, and the slim cut made her look taller. With blue shadow setting off her eyes, and pink gloss plumping her lips, Madison felt ready for battle. Kal had ignored her too long. She winked at her reflection. "Kal, eat your heart out." She may have looked ordinary in her navy sweats when he’d cooked her a fancy dinner, but tonight she would dazzle him.
