*Silas*
“Actually, I don’t think she’s even seen the photo,” Cassandra says, her voice barely cutting through the cacophony of laughter and flashing lights sureounding her. “But if it bothered her, she’s past it now.”
“It obviously bothered her. Him and Bianca.” I respond, my irritation simmering. “I told her to watch her facial expressions.”
There’s a hint of annoyance in her tone. “We were blindsided, sweetheart. All of our jaws dropped when Bianca showed up.”
“Yeah, but Nina needs to be able to keep it together for the camera,” I say, frustration bubbling. She should have known better than to let this happen.
“It’s called bad luck, Silas,” she sighs. “And remember, we could be getting worse publicity.”
I roll my eyes, even though she can’t see it. “I don’t give a damn about public
