Salome’s POV
“Is this the part where you tell me it was all just a misunderstanding, Rosendo?” I asked.
I kept my voice flat. I didn't want him to hear the tremor in my chest. The crowd in the ballroom shifted, and the sea of expensive suits and silk dresses parted for us. I saw Rita first. She was standing a few feet away, her fingers white as she gripped her phone. Her eyes were puffy and red, but the look she gave me was pure venom. She stared at me like I was a ghost that refused to stay buried. Her lower lip shook, but she didn't look away.
I didn't give her the satisfaction of a long gaze. I turned my head, my focus locking onto Rosendo. He looked like a man made of stone. His face was a mask of shock and a weird kind of terror, but he was trying to hold it together.
“You’re stil
