Chapter 38
LUKE
Holy shit. Aspen was Senator Bergstrom’s daughter? What the fuck?
It was obvious they looked alike. Similar tall and slim physiques.
Same long blonde hair, although her mother’s was clearly dyed, but done well.
She’d had work, although it was more subtle than most. Probably an eyelid lift.
Definitely Botox based on the way she didn’t have one hint of reaction or emotion on her face as she came our way.
Especially not for a woman who hadn’t seen her child in a decade.
She was in a crisp navy dress, a red scarf artfully arranged around her neck. She looked patriotic and professional, the perfect outward appearance of one of our nation’s representatives.
But I never, in a million years, would have ever imagined them to be related.
“Aspen, this is a surprise.” She stood before her daughter, hands clasped together in front of her. She was smiling at Aspen as if she needed her vote. Then she looked to me. “And with Derek Dashwood no less.”