The foundation hall looked impeccable that night. Crystal chandeliers reflected golden light, tables were covered with linen tablecloths and arrangements of white flowers with touches of blue. It was the annual dinner with investors, and Elisa, despite her advanced pregnancy, had insisted on attending.
It's important to show that I'm present, she had told Eduardo while they were getting ready.
He didn't argue, but his serious look revealed he was on alert. Especially because he knew who else would be there.
When they arrived, Sophia was already circulating through the room. An olive-green dress that enhanced her light eyes, subtle makeup, and a perfectly rehearsed smile. She didn't approach immediately; she waited for the right moment, like a patient predator.
The dinner proceeded with speeches, background music, and formal toasts. Elisa was conversing with some guests when she felt a light hand touch her arm.
