“That’s what I thought she was.”
“Based on what?”
Bianca looked at me, then away.
“Based on the way he spoke about Noah.”
A chill moved through me.
“What did he say?”
“He said tonight was about securing his son’s future.”
The room went silent.
I heard the quartet beyond the wall shift into another song.
Priya’s face had gone pale.
“Elena,” she said, “we need to go upstairs.”
The elevator ride felt endless.
Priya used her executive key card. Bianca came with us, though I was no longer sure whether she was witness, participant, or another person caught inside Adrian’s lies.
The mirrored walls reflected three women standing apart.
I looked composed.
That frightened me more than tears would have.
When the elevator doors opened, the upper corridor was empty. Thick carpet absorbed our footsteps. At the far end, two double doors led to the private reception room overlooking the ballroom.
