CHAPTER 18 — The Marbella Lounge
CHAPTER 18 — The Marbella Lounge
The lounge was a masterpiece of imported marble and brushed brass.
Quiet, suffocating luxury.
Isabella sat in a velvet booth, stirring an espresso.
Her designer sunglasses rested on the table.
Valeria sat across from her.
No dramatic sighs. No aggressive slamming of a purse.
Just the quiet slide of fabric against leather.
Isabella looked up, her expression tight.
“You destroyed him,” she said.
Valeria looked at her.
A micro-expression of profound pity flashed across Valeria's eyes.
“No.”
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A pause.
“The truth did.”