Lacy's POV
The men are sitting in chairs that form a circle, eagerly looking up at me.
To me, they look like dogs salivating over a snack.
Celeste walks away and takes a seat beside Vincent, and that is when he finally looks up.
We make eye contact, and his brows are furrowed. He looks at me and at the men, and his frown deepens further. He looks confused.
So he doesn't know what's going on?
Brent, on the other hand, looks amused and confused at the same time.
He throws a thumbs-up my way and then smirks.
Fool, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what is happening either.
"Do you really have to do this, Luna?" Maria looks at me with sadness in her eyes.
"I do. I actually don't really have to, but I have to because if I don't, Celeste will run her mouth."
Maria nods and walks
