The windows were shrouded by drapes as was usual to ward off the chill that burdened the space even in spring, but the door was locked. If someone was inside, there were few reasons why they would lock the door. And if the occupants were Sophia and a certain handsome American, there could only be one reason. She had looked everywhere for Sophia but couldn’t find her in any of the usual places so headed for the studio. As she had approached the ornate structure, hope and fear had swelled her heart. She trusted Sophia but running off at midnight during a crowded ball was one thing. Disappearing in the middle of the day when sins could be too easily exposed was quite another. She was about to leave when the door opened part way. Joseph poked his head out. “Henny? Come inside.” He seemed abashed, not his usual self. He was in a state of disheveled undress, much like the first night she met him only more so. His unbuttoned shirt hung outside his trousers, his cuffs flapped loosely around his wrists.
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