Esmeralda could feel her heart pounding, each of Santiago’s words landing like an accusation that reverberated inside her. She tried to keep her face neutral, ignoring the barely contained fury in Santiago’s gaze. Taking a steadying breath, she lifted her glass, taking a small sip of her drink to calm her nerves.
After a moment, she turned to Diego with a faint smile, masking the turmoil swirling within her. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” she murmured, her voice steady yet soft.
Diego, still basking in the warmth of their exchange, looked at her with a gentle smile. “Need me to tag along?” he teased, his tone lighthearted.
She shook her head, grateful for his support but eager to escape the intensity of Santiago’s gaze. “I’ll be right back,” she replied, squeezing Diego’s hand
