Santos still sat in the front where he could stretch out his leg, and Libby sat alone in the back. She wore the lime-green outfit she’d bought for the wedding and expected to stay out of everyone’s way. Santos had dressed in a black polo shirt and the khaki shorts which fit over his brace. He looked preoccupied rather than eager to model. The advertising firm’s name was posted in chrome letters on the front of a stark modern building. A petite woman with red-framed glasses met them at the door and introduced herself as Denise. She pointed out posters in the lobby as examples of their commercial work, but Libby recognized none of the products advertised. The photo studio was on the second floor, and as they entered the elevator, Santos winked at her. She knew exactly what he was thinking and nodded to make certain he noticed the camera above the control panel. The photographer welcomed them to his studio with a wide smile. He had a neatly trimmed beard and was dressed in black. “I’m Armand, and I’m so happy to meet you.
