Chapter Eight
When Elena got home from work on the day of Victor’s party, Nadia was fuming.
She was waiting for Elena when she came in the back door. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I’m sorry, Nadia. We got busy. The traffic was horrible.”
“Didn’t I tell you to be home by five?”
“Yes, you did.”
“So, why didn’t you pick up a phone and call me before you left work?”
“I-I know…I should have.”
“I’d blister your bottom, but lucky for you there isn’t time. If I don’t have you ready for the party, Victor will skin both of us alive. He’ll deal with you tomorrow. Get upstairs and run a bath. I’ve got to get you bathed, dressed, and your hair washed and braided in the next hour and a half.”
Elena dashed up the back stairs. Braids?
When she came out of the bathroom, Nadia called her i
