GABRIELLE’S POV
I shut the door behind Cassie and leaned my head on it, digesting all the information I got from her.
“She wasn’t lying but she’s not entirely right,” I heard a woman say.
I spun around fast, my heart thudding wildly, and saw Fiorella standing there. “Where the hell did you come from?”
She smirked and walked closer, her long flowy skirt swaying with each step. “I never left.”
The sun hit her eyes and I realized how magnetic they were. I suddenly hated Damon all over again for making women like her orbit him like a star they couldn’t escape.
Fiorella leaned against the armrest, crossing her arms like she owned the place. She placed her leg on the small side stool and I could see her gold anklet peeping through.
“Cassie only knows the surface,” she said. “But she’s
