Emilia’s POV
Milo popped the bottle open, and the foam spilled over the rim as he poured the drink into our glasses.
We raised them in celebration.
One thing was certain: they had underestimated us.
“Everything is working according to plan,” Milo said with a grin. “Patrick just texted.”
I leaned back in my chair, satisfied.
Rosa always thought he she was the smartest person in the room. That arrogance was exactly why she kept underestimating me. And it was the reason my plans always worked.
Last night’s fire had been the perfect distraction. And thanks to Alex’s generosity, I was now almost a thousand dollars richer.
“A thousand dollars!” Catarina squealed, glossing her lips in the mirror. “There’s no way I’m letting Rosa keep him. Alex should be mine.”
“This is your chance
