If she could be positive any photos taken at the event would only be used locally for Seth’s campaign, she wouldn’t worry. But she and her fellow dancers at Liberty Ballet were under strict orders from the publicity department that every single public appearance, every picture, every interview, had to comply with company policy.

From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she had to be esthetically perfect.

“Lyndon does have stores,” said Mandy.

“And I’m going to need them,” Katrina joked, stepping into the skirt.

“You’ll probably have a lot more fun this trip. You’re dressing up and dancing instead of slogging through the barns and worrying about horses.”

Katrina paused, sensing a conspiracy. “You didn’t tell Seth what I said?”

“No, no.” Mandy determinedly shook her head. “It’s a coincidence, I promise.” She paused. “But there are some nice things about Colorado, you know.”

Katrina fastened the skirt at her waist. “There are some nice things about New York City, too.”

“You mean like traffic and muggings?”

“I mean like Central Park and the Met.”

“Lyndon has an arts center, an orchestra and a museum.”

Katrina slipped off the robe and put on the blouse over her lacy bra, fastening the tiny buttons up the front. “You really love it here, don’t you?” She padded across the bedroom and joined her sister on the opposite corner of the bed.

“I really do,” Mandy agreed.

“Won’t you and Caleb mostly live in Chicago after the wedding?”

“We think it’ll be about fifty-fifty. I’ll put up with Chicago for him, and he’ll put up with Lyndon Valley for me.”

“So, one of you will always be unhappy?” Katrina didn’t want to question the wisdom of her sister’s marriage plans, but theirs didn’t sound like a particularly smart arrangement.

Mandy’s voice went soft. “Caleb hated his father. He didn’t hate Lyndon Valley. And now that Wilton is gone, he’ll remember all the things he loved about the ranch.”