Abigail’s POV
Nora had disappeared into a back room, likely to make a frantic call. I could imagine her pacing, her mind racing with fear and anger.
She was too proud to admit defeat, too stubborn to let anyone else see her vulnerabilities.
But this time, she had no choice. She would have to act, and soon.
I meandered through the gallery, pretending to study each painting with care.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the back room open slightly.
Nora peeked out, her eyes scanning the room, probably to see if I was still there.
When our eyes met, I gave her a sweet, innocent smile, as if I hadn’t just threatened to destroy everything she’d built. Her expression hardened before she slammed the door shut.
I couldn’t help but smirk. The trap was set, and she was walkin
