Clarissa
The girl looked me up and down like she was sizing me up. I noticed the way her narrowed eyes lingered on my breasts before falling to my hips. She pursed her lips together as jealousy raged in her copper gaze.
Just in a snap, she slapped a fake smile onto her face like an actress. The only people who could obtain such skill were either a politician or in the mafia. "Hello, I'm Cecilia, the governor's daughter!"
The governors daughter. Of course, a politician.
I found it strange that she felt the need to use those words in order to introduce herself. She was threatening me with her status-her power-her weapons all while maintaining a smile on her face.
"Hi, Gabriella Martinez," I introduced myself. Stepping toward her, I slipped out of Saint's hold and offered my hand. She
