The family gathering was in full swing when Sophia first noticed her. A woman with platinum blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on forever, wearing a red dress that cost more than most people's monthly rent. She was laughing at something Diego was saying, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the older man's arm with practiced familiarity.
There was something about her that nagged at Sophia's memory, but she couldn't quite place it until the woman turned and their eyes met across the crowded sitting room.
Recognition hit like a physical blow. It was her… the woman from the bar that night, the one who had been kneeling between Ethan's legs when Sophia had walked into the VIP lounge. The one Ethan had dismissed so casually before proposing marriage.
"Sophia, darling," Ava materialize
