“This must be a mistake.” Her card had been full. It had been filled out barely ten minutes ago in the ballroom.
“Is the Señora hallucinating?”
Vickie scowled at him in anger, then stared back at the card. How? Giovanni. It must have been him. Her mind flashed back to when he had demanded her card. But she had been watching him. How was it possible for him to erase the signatures or switch the card entirely?
And why?
“Señora?”
“Shut up,” she snapped, her fear replaced by fury at the mystery of the card.
Had she mixed hers up with one of the other ladies' at the table? No. She had shown the twins a completed card. They had even commented on it. Gio must have switched it. Now, she wanted to know if it had been a deliberate act or a mistake.
“Señora?”
She glanced up, having already f
