Vania's POV
I frowned as I stared at my suddenly disconnected phone, the urgent busy tone in the receiver sounding like error notifications on the Chicago subway.
"What on earth has Cliff been taking lately?!" Fingertips unconsciously tapped out a jazz drumbeat on the glass coffee table.
"What's wrong? Did your husband look for you?"
Grace "click" opened the third can of sardines, and the silver fork gleamed with a dangerous light under the lamp.
At this moment, she removed her makeup, but she still remained an extremely charming mature woman.
Since the day Theodore introduced me to Grace, the two of us quickly became acquainted.
Although this is only our second meeting, in the past three days of f*******: private messaging, we have become gossip buddies who can talk about anything.
