Sandra heard the knock at her door. The sound wasn't startling...she had been expecting it all along. A slow smile curved her lips as she set her glass of vodka down on the side table, her eyes glinting under the balcony's dim light. She walked to the door barefoot, her silk robe sliding loosely over her frame, and when she pulled the door open, she was greeted by the familiar face she had been waiting for.
Sophia Laurent.
Xavier's ex-fiancée stood there, wrapped in elegance as if she were born to rule every room she stepped into. Her hair was sleek, her lips painted blood red, and her eyes held the kind of sharp fire that only came from rage left to simmer far too long.
Sandra tilted her head, almost in amusement. "You came."
Sophia crossed the threshold without asking, her heels clic
