GABRIELLE’S POV
They led me to a table in a private lounge where three women were already sitting.
One of them was Anya—Lila’s mother.
Her eyes lifted the moment I stepped in, and a slow smile spread across her face.
“Well,” she said, her voice honeyed. “The infamous Gabrielle.”
I sat down, my fingers still wrapped around my glass. “Infamous? I didn’t realize I’d earned a title already.”
“You did the moment Damon brought you here,” one of the other women said, crossing her legs. Her nails were painted black, matching the stone on her ring. “You’re one of us, love. Or soon to be, if you prefer. I’m Monique, the third ex-wife.”
Anya dropped her glass. “We’ve met before so no more introductions necessary. I was the first, Naomi the second, Monique was the third,” she turned to her l
