Chapter 9

 As she entered the house, she set the keys on the table in the hall and headed for the stairs. When the bell rang, she turned mechanically and grabbed the handle. It wasn't until she opened the door that she remembered that it wouldn't be wise for someone to take a picture of her now, because Theo would surely shake his jaw with nervousness when he saw that picture in the newspaper. But the person standing in front of her door was neither a journalist nor holding a camera. The matter was much worse. That was Vanessa. The woman staring at her was the complete opposite of her. A natural blonde with shiny, lush hair, high cheekbones, blue eyes, long, slender legs over which fluttered an elegant silk skirt, one of those that are not bought in department stores, but only in luxury boutiques. No matter, Theo really has a taste when it comes to women, he has to admit that. "You know who I am." Even in her wildest dreams, Josephine did not expect Vanessa van Buren to appear at her doo